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Alec makes a sound like he’s dying as his phone rings, the early morning light just peeking in through the tent. It’s barely 7am, I honestly have no idea who would be calling at this hour, and it’s ruining the afterglow. Last night was a flying success at getting out of my own head, sex a surprisingly good distraction, and waking up together this morning would’ve been the cherry on that stress-relief sundae.

“This better be good,” Alec says as ...