"Cuddling has never been in my job description," Majid said, body tensing ever so slightly. He turned his head so he could eye Noah for a moment and then looked back at the microwave to focus on the food brewing in there. Why had he grown up so much? Didn't people have the common courtesy not to change while they were away? It was as if Noah had kept all of the good qualities he'd had in his youth and just expounded upon them, putting them all in a very nice body with nice new smells that no child could ever or should ever produce. Being in the closed space with him was only highlighting all of that.
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