Blond Ralston Hale presses his muscular frame against the pole, the white cloth slipping off his shoulder as he grips it with one hand, his body taut with restrained strength. The angle of his lean, the way his muscles flex under the light, makes the pole his only support, no other touch, no hesitation. His grip tightens, fingers digging in, as if he’s holding on for something more than balance.
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