Alan's heart started racing out of his chest, almost louder than the sounds of the front door shutting, and the footfalls he knew would eventually head his way. A panic overtook him and he jumped free of his shirt collar, tripping onto the piece of paper in front of him, sliding across the wooden floor slightly. His now naked body, as chiseled as it was, instantly got colder from being out from under his shirt that was still warm from him wearing it. He heard a booming "what the fuck?" from the other room, almost too large to believe, and he realized that Ben must have found his laptop open on the coffee table, the red light and screen recording his entrance to the house. He didn't have time to think about what had happened to him, how he had gotten this way, the only thing he could think was that he needed to get out of sight immediately.
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