Lucas had known August would say something like that. He’d known, deep down, that August was serious when he’d said he’d never let Lucas go. Ever. And he needed that. In the deepest, darkest part of him—the one August said everybody had—Lucas needed to know August would never stop fighting for him. He needed to hear the words. More than once. Maybe every day. That dark part of him needed to see the desperation in August’s eyes at the thought of losing him, and maybe that made Lucas the sadistic one, but it was like pushing on a bruise or tonguing at a cavity. He needed to know August ached as
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