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“Connor!”
He froze, like a boy caught with fingers in a jam pot. Well, actually he was opening a pot, but he was going to use a spoon, and then he knew that Lester’s disappointment was not about the jam.
“S-sorry, I didn’t know you were here, I-I thought I was alone…”
“I see, but I still don’t understand why you’re wandering around my flat completely naked. Need to be wild?”
Connor didn’t say anything, his face red, the jam still in his hand, clearly feeling uncomfortable, so Lester felt duty bound to add, amused: “Not that I’m complaining, anyway…”
