the recovery project [2]

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aidan

aidan's grip loosens and he falls next to his boyfriend, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

"not so fast," everett pants, a smile edging its way onto his lips. "let's clean the sheets and wash up, then we'll go to bed, yeah? i know it's bothering you."

"fine." aidan groans. he knows that everett doesn't usually wash the sheets until morning, but it seems that he isn't ready to end the night yet.