Summary:

Hayden stares, the sight in front of him not quite computing.

There is the couch. There is Shane on the couch. There is Shane on the couch, sleeping on his back with one arm wrapped securely around the waist of another person sleeping on top of him. The waist of another man sleeping on top of him.

A man.

As in, not Boston Lily.

As in, not a woman at all.
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Or, a prank goes awry and Hollanov is outed even earlier. At least everyone can agree that it’s still entirely Hayden Pike’s fault.