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When one day Will finds a dinner invitation in his mailbox, he doesn’t do what any sane man would; he doesn’t give Jack a call. Even though Hannibal must have made plans not only for dinner, but also for him. Then again, these days Will is no longer a puppy either.
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“Something is amusing,” Hannibal said gently.
“You. Me,” was all he said.
“Incredibly so,” Hannibal agreed dryly, watching the shirt slip from his shoulders. Will could virtually feel him tracing the slight flush that began at his throat and unfurled on his chest. Hannibal’s gaze mapped his body and dipped low suddenly, having discovered the marring scar. The light spilled golden on Will’s skin, doing little to disguise its irregular, puckered contours. Hannibal’s face showed no remorse. To Will’s relief, he didn’t insult him with an apology.
Hannibal looked up. “It’s an interesting position we find ourselves in, is it not?”