He was thankful to hear that Adam hadn't hidden the ring from him. Continuing to unfasten Reagan's shirt, he watched as the fabric fell away in an ever-widening V. While he was down at the bottom of Reagan's shirt, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, hands resting against his hips just a moment before he pushed them down. He was afraid that he would see something on Reagan's skin, something different than he was used to. He felt like a bruise might send him off into a rage.
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