![]() ![]() Typically he used his desktop computer at home for that kind of thing, but he hadn’t wanted to bring that back to Last Chance with him. Van pushed out of the bed, grabbing his camera and laptop. He obviously didn’t have the answer to that, but he wanted it. Was it truly something Shane did only for himself or did he just not think he had it in him for anything else? He was unique, as were each of his pieces. Van believed there would be people out there who would love his craft. He glanced over at the entwined, colorful glass. He couldn’t stop thinking about his night with Shane-grilling, his art, the sex, and the photos. He tossed and turned for a few hours before he just gave up. ![]() Van hadn’t been able to sleep the rest of the night. The same way he’d be gone for good in a few short weeks. Shane walked Van to the door and just like the night before, he was gone. I’m glad to hear it.” He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Shane’s lips. ![]()
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