mine for a night

Luke and Ashton lay their cards on the table after the Angry-Sex-Extravaganza.
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They sit across each other on the kitchen island, each cradling their own cup of warm tea and sipping at them occasionally, wrapped in a silence that grows itchier and itchier as their cups drain and The Conversation draws nearer.

Luke clears his throat, anxious despite his resolution. "Listen, I don't want this to be, like, awkward or anything."