Isnโ€™t He Married?

๐Ÿ’Ž Angel ๐Ÿ’Ž

"Angel, please come here," Raul called from the closet, his voice carrying that casual authority I'd grown used to.

I responded immediately, stepping into the room to find him holding two vintage shirts, eyeing them with a contemplative frown.

"What is it?" I asked.

He looked up, bit...

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