CHAPTER 19
Flyer had never been more afraid in his life than he was right now. His entire life was in the hands of the gorgeous man before him and, f**k him, Ireland was just that. They were almost the same height at five-eleven and they had to weigh about the same at two hundred, but where Flyer’s was more muscle and tone, Ireland’s was love and softness. His short spiky brown hair with shiny silver twinkling through like the stars on a dark night, eyes the color of melted chocolate that Flyer could feel his very soul being covered with, were something he would never tire of looking at. f**k he wanted this man. How stupid had he been to send him away.
“Ireland, I’ve been an i***t. I could make all the excuses I want, but the fact remains I’m an idiot.”
“Flyer, you’re not—”
Flyer held
