Private First Class Bastian Karim pulled his car into the garage, a surprise for the holiday weekend. His intel was perfect: Alex Brand was home alone. Bastian Karim found Alex Brand out back, a cigarette between his fingers. A slow grin spread across Bastian Karim’s face as he moved closer.
“Surprise, asshole,” Bastian Karim said, his voice low. “You gonna keep staring or kiss me?”
Alex Brand crushed the cigarette, a hungry look in his eyes. It had been months since Alex Brand had seen Bastian Karim, months of missing the feel of him. Now, with the house empty, Alex Brand closed the distance. He grabbed the front of Bastian Karim’s shirt, pulling him in. This was a welcome home only Alex Brand could give.
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