“I don’t want the distance,” he says, snapping my attention back to his eyes. “Y-you don’t?” “No. I don’t.” He moves in closer and pushes me to my back. He drags my shirt up and over my head, leaving me bare to him as his large body hovers over mine. “I don’t want the separation. I want this closeness. Us. Not distance. And I swore I’d wait to say something. I told myself not today, so I’m sorry for being a selfish prick, but I want this. I want you. I want to try to be the kind of man you deserve.”
