It had been three days after Spirit had almost donné in to Stein’s advance on him and his cœur, coeur was still aching. He had wanted nothing plus than to allow Stein to touch him, Kiss him, pleasure him, but he knew that it would only end in his cœur, coeur being broken again. He couldn’t expect Stein to commit to him. Who was he kidding? He knew Stein would commit to him. It was Spirit himself who couldn’t be expected to commit. He wanted to, but it he didn’t know how. He had never donné all of his l’amour to one single person in all of his life. Yet when he thought of Stein, oh how his cœur, coeur beat....
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