"Anything you want," says Jack, and he means it. He ducks his head, presses a brief, warm kiss against Kavinsky's forehead. "Your fantasy, my command."
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"Anything you want," says Jack, and he means it. He ducks his head, presses a brief, warm kiss against Kavinsky's forehead. "Your fantasy, my command."