I’m wearing one of the house’s former occupant’s oversized shirts. I slide my hand down to Travis’s groin and massage him through his underwear. “I’ve been doing my best to take care of you.” “I got no complaints about that.” He’s starting to get hard under my hand, and he rolls his hips into my touch. “But I love you. And some kind of miracle happened, and you love me back. And because of this damn gunshot, you won’t let me make love to you. It’s enough to make a man crazy.” I lean over to kiss him, still caressing him through the fabric of his underwear. “It won’t be forever.” “It feels like
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