Greyson
I can’t breathe. Literally. My insides are melting and it has nothing to do with the fact I just spilled my deepest, darkest secret to this human, who’s practically a stranger, but he’s never actually felt like one. On the contrary. The longer I spend in his presence, the longer I feel like I’ve known him for years. He’s wrong when he says I only want him because he’s all I can have. No, I want him because it’s him. It’s the things he says, and does, it’s how he knows me in a way no one else knows me. Not even Mark. And what he just said? Goddess, it’s got me hot and bothered in an instant, and eager beyond any reason. It’s dangerous to want what he offers, but I do.
“You want us both, don’t you?” I murmur, puzzled by how simple this sounds. How easy. If both me and Mark have him
