Chapter 2It was so much easier for Max to look out for the guy when his eyes were closed. It meant he didn’t have to be embarrassed if he got caught staring, and he didn’t risk looking like an i***t because he was too busy drooling over the fantasies that had popped up over the past hour rather than taking care of what were some fairly serious injuries.
But f**k if this guy wasn’t the prettiest Max had ever seen. Maybe it was because he was used to more of the rough and tumble type, either from growing up or his time in the Corps. He had no clue. Whatever it was, from the second he’d laid the guy on the bed and got a good look at him, he’d been mesmerized.
His hair was a rich auburn, left a little too long so it had started curling over the tops of his ears and along his neck. It framed
