Hartley turned in his seat when Axel came out and he looked at him as he'd just looked at the coffee. Lovingly indeed. Oh, damn, he was in for it. Axel had the cutest bedhead. Hartley tried not to think about what - who - he might have been doing all night, but mostly he was just glad to see him. Glad to see him and not thinking about the fact that he was only wearing boxers. Trying not to stare at his chest. Damn. "Did you sleep well?"
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He was hot. He was so very, very hot.