Oh. Fuck. Danny can feel the bright prickle of heat in his cheeks as he realizes what Steve's talking about and he licks his lips awkwardly. He leans forward against Steve's touch, gauging how much food and wine they've each got left. "Shit," he says, hoarsely. "Get up."
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Oh. Fuck. Danny can feel the bright prickle of heat in his cheeks as he realizes what Steve's talking about and he licks his lips awkwardly. He leans forward against Steve's touch, gauging how much food and wine they've each got left. "Shit," he says, hoarsely. "Get up."