Vincent’s heart ached. And that was another problem with Vincent spending all his time here, with betting his life on Wesley’s good will: Vincent Barnes was fairly sure that he was madly in love with Wesley. Between his jealousy and his fear, that love had been clouded over, but it was still there, bright and hot and consuming in a way that made him doubt whether he could be in the same room with Wes for another minute without the unsaid weight of it burning him up. If Vincent had to be here loving Wes and wanting him every night for the foreseeable future, then it would be less painful to
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