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Malcolm snorted. Fuck, this kid made him feel old. "Special people? Come on. Next thing you're going to tell me you're a virgin and you're waiting for your freaking prince to come."
Leaning forward, Jacob swept his hand across the floor, seeking his clothing. "Mock me if you will. I do believe in love, and I plan to engage in lovemaking only with the man, or woman," he added doubtfully, "with whom I share my life and my love fully."
"So, what do you call this, then?" Malcolm raised a cynical brow and gestured to include their naked bodies seated and sprawling on the sofa.
Jacob seemed nonplussed for a moment, then smirked. "Practice."