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THIRTY-NINE | WINK

Weston whined. “Don’t give me that look. Stitches itch. I get it. My face is healing. Good for it. But it fucking itches.” He was no stranger to getting into fights at work or getting punched in the face. He was just thankful that his boyfriend was a medical professional that could stitch him up, give him a kiss, and send him on his way. The only downfall was when he needed time off work and Lincoln wouldn’t sign his papers. He looked up at his boyfriend with a small pout. “You’re cute when you give me that look. The one that says you don’t wanna put up with my shit,” he grinned.

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FIVE | WINK

Weston sat across the table, a couple of group of friends hanging out on a Friday night. The sergeant along with Harrison, Lincoln,  and Archer had decided on taking a trip out to New York. Why? Honestly he wasn’t quite sure. At this point he and Harrison had been talking about it and they figured what the hell. Archer had gone back up to the hotel room already, Harrison stepping out to call Harper and check on how she and Hudson were doing for the day. When Link said he was going to go order the table a basket of fries, Wes saw the opportunity, and he took it. He hit on Harrison all the time just to fuck with him, but when Link started to walk up towards the bar, he winked after the words left his lips before taking another sip of his beer.