The Queer Principles of Kit Webb

by Cat Sebastian

But he didn’t want to keep it separate: the man he wanted to take to bed was the man who fought like it was a dance only he knew the steps to, who was brazen enough to hire notorious criminals for insane jobs, and who, apparently, swooned at the sight of blood.

sobbing

“I don’t know how not to think about you. I don’t know how to stop, and I don’t want to.” He swallowed. He had felt like this once before, and the result had been him and Jenny standing before a priest as soon as the banns were called.