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'Fuck me.'
'What?!' I exclaimed.
'I said, untuck me! My shirt is all messed up at the back and I dunno how to sort it!' Vik replied, turning to look at me in annoyance.
'Oh... Jesus, okay.' I breathed, moving slowly to untuck his t-shirt from the black jeans.
'God, Harry. You'd think I'd asked you to fuck me!' he laughed.
I just stared at him, confused and a little gobsmacked.
'You're on one today, bro.' he said, as he touched my shoulder and walked out the room.
'Oh boy.' I sighed, as I realised I was alone again.
What was going on with me?

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