millionaire. He’s not a hustler. He couldn’t take and he couldn’t compete. He
retreats into his music.
Read a teaser:
wouldn’t have been able to put a face to it. Are you famous or something?” He
gestured to the bartender.
sparkling white downlights. He took in the shade of stubble and wanted to bite
Will’s chin. He ached to grab Will and thrust his tongue between those perfect
lips. He recalled the way Will’s thick hair had felt as he grasped a handful. Softness filled his stomach. He didn’t know if this was love, but it sure was
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