“Mon amour,” Justin moaned. There was nothing between them, nothing at all. Wes, the man he loved, was inside him. Touching him where no one else ever had, in a way no one else ever had. Maybe no one else ever would. If Wes was the only man he took inside him like this, he’d be happy with that. Deliriously happy, in fact. I want you to be the one. Please, let us be an epic love story.
