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The guard hummed before finally responding:

“I don’t think so.”

“Alright, I’m going to schedule him for a test with one of the volunteer partners. Do you know of an Anthony Griff that’s connected to his case?”

The guard snorted, bobbing his head.

“Oh yeah. It’s been crazy since all this started. You won’t believe what—” he stopped, glancing down at the inmate in front of him. Rethinking his next words, he cleared his throat. “Well, you’ll find out soon. They’ll have a report to add to his records.”

My stomach turned. Maybe this was going to be harder than I thought. Still, I couldn’t help staring at that fluffy head of pink hair until it disappeared behind the door.

I couldn’t say whether he was guilty or not, and, in all honesty, he might never see his partner again either way.

But I would at least find out as much as I could, if not for his sake, then his partner’s.

Admittedly, though, there was a part of me that was just excited about all this. I had never encountered fated partners before, and if these two were part of the infamous Abbott and Griff Dom clans, then it was just more fuel to my already burning interest. I wanted to write a paper about them, but I also wanted to put them in a room and pick their brains — dissect every morsel of them and their experiences so I could see all the little crevices they were trying to keep out of sight.

I stacked up all the forms, double-checking that everything was signed and accounted for. Then, I transposed my notes on fresh paper so they were more legible than the chaotic scribblings I had taken during our conversation, when my phone vibrated in the locked drawer. I thanked my lucky stars that it hadn’t gone off when the guard was in, as I had no doubt I would’ve been snitched on and subsequently written up.

But that fear was long gone as I saw the familiar number pop up on the message preview.

As soon as I opened the message, I was greeted by an unmistakable dick pic. It shocked me and sent my heart racing. It was at full attention, hard and thick with a deep red head. His hand was resting at the base, just barely hiding his ballsack from view. Thankfully, it was as pretty as I recalled from the night before.

But it made me worry he might ask for one in return.

I wasn’t sure I was quite ready to see his reaction if I did send one.

Thankfully, what followed was not a request or a command. Instead, it was rather romantic for such a sexually charged conversation — if it could even be called that.

We’re ready to see you again.

My face and neck were absolutely on fire. I was ready to see him again, too, dick and all. I quickly typed my response, then read it over and over to make sure it sounded how I wanted before sending it.

I’m ready, too. Can we meet this weekend?

The response was an immediate Yes, and with that, I turned off my phone. Locking it back up in the drawer, I told myself I needed to focus on the job at hand, especially since the weekend was still two days away, but even as I thought that, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from returning to that man.

That man who mewled beneath me like a kitten.

The weekend couldn’t come soon enough.

Part Three

Luke

CHAPTER FOUR

THE WEEKEND WAS fast approaching, and I had to make plans even faster.

Switches were rare. I didn’t know the statistics exactly, but if Doms and Subs made up almost 50% of the population, Switches made up maybe 1% of that 50%. Part of that was probably because many of us just settled and lived as one or the other, but it was still a minuscule amount.

I had always assumed I would end up spending the rest of my life flip-flopping between Sub and Dom, and maybe even deciding on one for the rest of my life.

But then I met Corin.

I didn’t have to choose anymore.

We could be both together, like we were meant to be.