Four Trustees, Their Grieving Intern (Keep It Quiet)

His hand slides up under my shirt and his thumb drags along my ribs.
I grip the bench and make a sound I've never heard myself make.
Abel
Quiet. This door doesn't lock.
End of Chapter 4
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
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His hand slides up under my shirt and his thumb drags along my ribs.
I grip the bench and make a sound I've never heard myself make.
Quiet. This door doesn't lock.
End of Chapter 4
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