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The charcoal finally rested against the sketchbook’s edge, leaving a faint, silvery dusting of graphite on the dark wood of his knee. Leo didn't move away from the observation; rather, he let his gaze settle, sinking deeper into the topography of Alex’s face. The light was doing incredible things to him, catching the faint sheen of sweat at the hairline, illuminating the precise, clean line of his jaw, and softening the sharp definition of his collarbones. Leo felt the familiar, slow burn of something…-
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