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“They touched my hands a lot,” Luther shrugs, finally taking a sip from his drink. It’s lukewarm at this point, worse than trash. “I could hardly talk to any of them anyway, because of the—” he pauses. “Nevermind. We’re moving past that.” Instinctively, Luther touches the scarf that is hiding a perfectly healthy neck.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” The question is a little disturbing and Luther starts to wonder if maybe he’s been forcing this. “Ezra, are you sure you want a relationship with me?” One of these days, Luther won’t feel like an idiot after spending some time with Ezra. But that day is clearly not today.
Ezra is about to ask what Luther meant, but then when the younger man touched at his scarf, Ezra retracted the curiousity. Right. Ezra had marked him up good, and Luther couldn’t afford to have questions in the minds of others, even stupid pretty twinks.
“Luther, of course. I’m just saying we were keeping it quiet before...my incident. But never mind, we’ll just handle it as it comes, hm? I’m not going to try and figure everything out now when we’ve only just agreed to try and make it work. Which I want.” Still, he’d find a way to keep the V Lounge CEO quiet. Should be easy enough, he figured.











