Goddammit, was the boy even aware of the way he looked at him? Roman would like to say that Luke’s lovesick looks bothered him or amused him, but that would be a lie. The truth was, he didn’t mind. The truth was, he fucking liked it. He liked it. The truth was, he wanted his boy to keep looking at him that way—his boy. Jesus Christ. His own possessiveness made him cringe.
