cut-run

I'm Catholic. I don't pray, I just ask for forgiveness after.

Ty removed his fingers from Zane__ back as he saw the shiver run through him, and he pressed his lips tightly together, looking up and away in disgust as he resigned himself to what he was about to do. Broaching the subject could possibly cost him his job if Zane went tattling to the higher-ups about sexual harassment or some shit, but Ty was going to do it anyway. __nything you need to say to me?_...The visual of Ty__ nude body flashed behind Zane__ eyelids, and he spoke before he thought better of it. __othing you want to hear,_ he murmured as he faced the mirror, hoping to diffuse the situation. __hanks for the help,_ he added, wanting desperately to get away from this tension....__ou sure about that?_ Ty asked as his stomach fluttered nervously. His voice finally betrayed the nerves. __rying to be a real partner to you here, Zane. If you need to tell me something, then here__ your chance.