Want. What a strange fucking word. Sometimes I knew what it meant. Others, I just heard my dad’s voice in my head, telling me that liking dick was a sin, and I was still learning to let my sexuality be whatever God had meant it to be. That I loved Orla, and she set me on fire in every fucking way. But this dude, man. Fucking hell. He wasn’t even touching me and I was shook, and in the three seconds it took for my brain to short-circuit, Locke leaned closer and braced a brawny fist on the door behind me, his rugged face inches from mine.
