everett
he places the lid on the coffee cup, writing aidan's name on the side— a-y-d-i-n.
aidan glances at him with a raised eyebrow. "interesting way to spell it."
"i guess i just can't seem to get anything right today," everett grins and hands him the cup. their hands touch for a split second, but the shock hits everett like a brick wall.
fuck, he missed aidan.
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the recovery project [2]
Short Storyit does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.