By the end of the week, Jesse had visited Wade every day after work. And no matter how much Wade fought it at first, he had come to look forward to the walks around his neighborhood with Jesse. When Jesse showed up at Wade’s door each day, with that easy smile on his face, Wade melted. It took all of his strength to drag his gaze away from Jesse’s sculpted ass and every ounce of his concentration to avoid tripping over potholes as they walked down the street. He didn’t know what he might do if Jesse caught him again in those capable arms. The heat, the musk, and the weight of Jesse’s taut body against his haunted his daydreams and his restless nights. He was a man obsessed, and it pissed him off royally. He didn’t need addict added to his long list of faults.
Initially, he had chalked it
