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Turning away from Drew, Asher scrubbed his hands over his face and through his hair, tugging free the style he so painstakingly put in place just hours earlier. While he'd known it to be true, it was so completely different to hear those words come from Drew, hear them flow so easy over those lips he'd kissed countless times. This had been a bad idea and he knew it but there was no going back and the alcohol induced boldness wouldn't let him go back even if he had tried.
Letting out a long, possibly over dramatic sign, he looked at Drew for a long moment before shaking his head. "Why didn't you tell me?"