I stepped closer. He ditched his notepad on the boxes and reached for me. That he didn’t question it should’ve given me some clue as to how frayed I was looking. It was hardly a secret that we had something going on, and we were both tactile men. But the way he caged me in his arms was a long way from fraternal. It was protective. It was loving. And fucking hell, I needed it. His solid warmth and strength, if only to remind me that he was alive. A shudder passed through me. Locke tightened the arm he had around my waist, the other sliding up my spine to tangle his fingers in my hair. He said
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