#Junkie (GearShark, #1)

by Cambria Hebert

He had a deep laugh, like it came from the farthest place inside him. Maybe that’s why whenever he laughed like that, women swooned, because they felt like they were getting a piece of him he didn’t give out very often.

“You are home.” It was spoken so quietly I thought maybe it had been a thought in my own mind and not a sentence off his lips.

Because when it came right down to it… It wasn’t the size of the engine in the car. It was the size of the engine in the man. My engine? It was so big it was limited edition.

I ceased to think. Not because I wanted to miss the moment, but because my brain simply could not process everything at once. In that moment, my feelings were a hundred times stronger than any thought would ever be.

Kissing him was like seeing the ocean for the first time. Meeting something so big it made you feel small. It was like standing beneath a galaxy or being the red “you are here” dot on a map of the world. It was like finally understanding the answer to an impossible question.

Being in a relationship (if that’s what this was) with another man wasn’t going to be easy. It wasn’t something I’d choose for myself. But love chose for me. After kissing him, after sitting here with him like this… it became oh so clear to me that the only thing harder than being with Drew would be not being with him.

I held as tight as I could in that moment. If he were crumbling, I would hold every single piece of him in place.

I loved Drew without trying, in spite of trying not to.