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Xan let the older boy in when he heard the tap at the window.
"No luck with... what was her name? Felicia? Felicity?" He regarded Justen coolly, setting aside his book.
"Not tonight," he replied, pulling Xan closer and caressing his neck. He was surprised when Xan pushed him away, curling his wings around him to maintain their distance.
"Sometimes, Justen, I have to be the one you want, not just your sure bet."
"Damnit, Xan!" He sounded honestly hurt. "That's why I'm here. I didn't even go to the party."
"Oh." He relented, taking Justen back into his arms.