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Liam was exhausted. His flight in from New York had only landed a few hours ago and from nearly the minute he’s stepped from the flight he’d been shooting. Prada was running him ragged trying to get just the right shots for their new campaign. As much as he loved working with bigger designers and brands, a part of him missed the ease of smaller companies who faced so much less pressure. He still had days more of work, but right now he wanted to have fun. And he wanted this fun to be with someone very specific.
The party was like all parties, loud and dark, with a vague scent of weed drifting from the patio and people behaving in a way that would be glad to forget in the morning. Liam glanced around, and when his eyes found a familiar face he felt a tug in his heart that he tried to ignore. Striding purposefully over he touched the other man’s arm to get his attention. “Miss me?”












