He’d ached for this, for holding someone tight, for being someone’s special someone. For being a shelter at the end of the day to a man, letting him unburden himself in Lawrence’s arms. He’d always wanted a man who could face him down under the sun and lie down next to him at night. Hadn’t met a man yet who wanted to look him in the eyes and stay by his side. Or who wanted to live with him and not fight him.
