Chapter 9: Damian and Ridge, Morning
Damian smelled Ridge’s thick, morning stink beside him, cradled in the man’s perspiration-covered arms. Ridge’s hairy chest locked against his own, and the man’s harsh breath (a mix of bourbon with old potato chips) brushed his face, entering his mouth and eyes. Waking up in Ridge’s bulky arms could have been more pleasant for Damian, but sometimes the hardcore facts of any relationship were uncompromising and sharp.
Truth told, Damian would have rather dealt with Ridge’s strong morning scents and sticky sweat opposed to being single. Coupling and boyfriendhood with a man could not be questioned; something he believed in. Ridge made Damian a happy man, hinged to his morning stink, bulging muscles, and everything else that detailed the FBI agent. And D
