Whenever Jean-Paul thought of Alex, which was often enough, he was tanned. He grinned, and ran a hand down the centre of Alex'a chest, relishing it.
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Whenever Jean-Paul thought of Alex, which was often enough, he was tanned. He grinned, and ran a hand down the centre of Alex'a chest, relishing it.