Max Gatling strips down on the roof, his light brown hair catching the light as he leans against the railing, towel slipping from his shoulders to pool around his waist. Muscles ripple under his skin as he spreads his legs, arms braced on the metal bars, a slow smile pulling at his lips. The only thing between him and the open air is the railing, and the way he holds it, the way he bends, the way he lets the towel fall.
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