Thank you for coming by again this week. The following is a little after last week's offering from DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT. It's still Ajay and Kincaid being observed by Mackenzie.
It happened so quickly, Mackenzie missed the smaller details. One moment they were facing each other, the belt in both their hands and the tension between them threatening to take on physical form. The next moment Ajay’s upper body lay face-down across the dresser in the center of the closet, the belt cinched tight over his wrists, the end wrapped several times around Kincaid’s right hand.
“Don’t fight me, Ajay."
It took several tries for Ajay to form the panting breaths into words. “That would defeat the purpose.”
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