Reagan smiled, and he couldn't help but feel an ache in his chest. It was such a sweet sentiment, and the thought of Liam keeping those shirts for whatever reason was sweet. He pressed the tip of his nose against the side of Liam's neck as his arms wound around his husband's waist, finally giving in to messing up the shirt Liam had on.
"Adam accidently packed one of your white t-shirts," he mumbled quietly. "I slept with it."
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