“ Come on, asshole,” Paul said as he stepped onto the porch. “Come make me cry— I dare ya. ”
Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?
~ Kele Moon
Fear can be a potent aphrodisiac.
He kissed him like a man starved, thrusting his tongue past his parted lips and drowning himself in the taste and feel of Paul after three weeks without him.
Wyatt knew with absolute conviction Clay didn't mean it. They didn't suffer through two very painful concussions together to walk the other way once they'd healed up. Those were battle wounds. It was like surviving a war together. Wyatt just chose to forget they'd been on opposing sides. He knew Clay was supposed to be his best friend. It felt like destiny. Just like he knew he was supposed to grow up, be sheriff, and marry Tabitha McMillen.
