Loving the Legend (Chasing Rings, #1)

by Kit Grey

I used to resent the moniker “Pretty Boy,” which most people assume refers to my looks, until I realized that I am what’s left of both of my parents. Besides Adam, I’m the last living trace of their love.

How’d I sleep? Oh, you know, I’m loving the idea of having sex with your son so much that I was up all night jerking off and freaking out.

Sid You slept with the sexiest man alive. You call that aight? My jaw is officially on the mattress. “This is flirting!” I yell into the air.

“No, no, let me see you,” he whispers. I can’t. I don’t know what’s happening to me or why this is so intense. “Please, baby.” His soft plea squeezes my chest, and I muster the courage to meet his gaze.

I know we cannot possess another person, but Sid is mine, and I am his forever. I feel it in the marrow of my bones, the tendons of my heart, the core of my soul.

He stares up at the ceiling and shakes his head. “I don’t doubt that you love me, Tyler.” He turns to face me. “I doubt that you love yourself. Your grief is twisted so deep inside of you that it’s running your life.”