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Liam was half tempted to pick up Reagan's clothes and fold them as well. "There's nothing wrong with it looking neat until it goes in the hamper," he said primly as he tugged off his belt and rolled it up in a nice little coil. Part of him was just drawing out the undressing to tease Reagan. The other part of him really liked things in their place. His pants went the way of his shirt, folded. He stopped at his underwear though and left his boxers on the floor.

Climbing into the tub, he eased into the hot water, appreciating the fact that Reagan knew the exact temperature that he liked. Sinking in, he slipped his body up next to Reagan's. "Your New York fans are going to hate me for taking you away from them." There was a certain amount of glee in his voice when he said that.