“Brennan.” He lays my palm over his heart. Exhales. I have never been more certain of any truth than I am of this: I want this man, in every way, for the rest of my days. I want to be the man he smiles for. I want to be the man he sighs for. I want to suspend time and the rotation of the earth to hide away with him. Learn his body and how to make him gasp and moan, cry out my name.
