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I woke up unable to breathe. My throat constricted like someone was choking me, my lungs screamed, and my heart was galloping like a racehorse.
For a split second, I thought I was going to die.
Then I remembered that I wasn’t going to die, but I was going to have strangers arriving today to stay for a couple of days.
I debated whether death was preferable to house guests while I kicked the sheets off of my sweaty body and gasped for breath.
The bed moved as Garrett came awake. Deep brown eyes blinked at me sleepily as I inhaled oxygen. He must have recognized the signs of a classic Kai Bannon panic attack, because all at once, he was alert. Gripping my arms, he hauled me upright like I was a rag doll, rubbing my back as he held my hand. “Breathe with me. In and out. In and out.” With his chest pressed to mine, I focused on nothing but the beat of his heart, the rhythm of his breaths, and his soothing voice.
Pre-Garrett, I never wanted anyone touching me when I went into meltdown mode. But now, he was the only thing that could calm a panic attack in under two minutes.
When I lightly touched his shoulder and mumbled. “I’m okay,” he drew back and snatched his phone off the table. “I’m calling them to cancel.”
This had been what I was trying to avoid. “No! Don’t you dare call them.”
I reached out to swat the phone out of his hand, but the tall bastard held it up in the air, lips thinned. “That’s why you’re having a panic attack. Don’t tell me it’s not.”
“I’m not going to lie and say it’s not, but that doesn’t mean you need to cancel!” I tried to climb him, reaching for the phone like a monkey. I grunted in frustration, because there was no way I was getting my hands on it. “Ugh, I hate you, damn giant.
“It’s not worth it to have Costigan and his man visit if it’s going to send you to urgent care or some shit.”
“I’m not going to urgent care. It was a panic attack, not a stroke.”
“What if it turns into a stroke?!”
I stared at him like he’d lost his mind.
He slumped a little. “Okay whatever, but you’ve been doing awesome, and I hate to see you like this.”
His hand holding the phone had fallen onto the bed, so I plucked it from his fingers and placed it on the nightstand. Grabbing his face, I pressed a kiss to his lips. “If I thought I couldn’t handle this, I’d tell you.” Despite my previous debate over death vs. strangers, I was looking forward to meeting Costigan in person. So far, I’d only seen him and his boyfriend, Luke, via Skype. “Everything always seems worse at night and in the morning. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because that’s when I feel safest so that’s when my brain decides to fuck with me. I need to eat, and drink coffee, and play some video games, and then I’ll be ready when they arrive, okay? I promise.”
He didn’t look fully convinced, but he wrapped his arms around me and touched his forehead to mine. Secure in Garrett’s embrace was my favorite place to be, and my heart beat finally returned to normal as we sat in silence. The only visitors we’d had so far at our house in Peoria was Garrett’s family. I was proud of our place, too. We’d made it ours, from my office to Garrett’s in-home basement gym.
His hand slipped up my back to tangle in my hair, then he tugged so I met his gaze. “Promise to tell me if it becomes too much.’
He nodded, satisfied with my answer, then his lips tilted up into a sexy smirk. His hips rolled and his hands drifted down to cup my ass. “I know how to relax you.”
I pretended to look bored. “I’m totally relaxed now.”
He shook his head as he flipped me onto my stomach on the bed, straddling the back of my thighs. We were both naked, his hard cock nudging my crease. He gripped my hair and turned my head as I relished the feel of his heavy body pinning me down. His teeth nipped my earlobe, my neck, my shoulder, as he leaned his weight over me.
“You want me to make you feel good, don’t you?” he growled.
A shiver ran down my spine. “Yes, Garrett. Please.”
His hands gripped my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. I moaned as he blew over my hole. We’d just fucked last night, so I was a little tender, but I was always down for getting screwed into the mattress by my boyfriend.
He spit and I flinched slightly, then relaxed as he massaged the wetness into my hole. My head cleared and all I focused on was how Garrett was making me feel. The weight of him, the raspiness of his morning voice, the way he knew just how to light me up from inside. When I felt the tip of his lubed cock press against me, I arched my back.
He slapped my ass. “Knew you wanted it. Fuck, you’re gagging for it.”
“Please,” I whined, because yes, this was what I wanted. Sex didn’t solve anxiety but it sure as fuck took my mind off it.
He thrust in hard, forcing the air from my lungs and a burn to race up my spine, but I fucking lived for this.
He pounded me hard, knowing I didn’t want gentle. We’d go slow and happy and romantic some other time. Right now, I needed to feel him, letting me know that everything was going to be okay, that I could get through this, that he knew how to take care of me.
That I knew how to take care of myself.
He reached beneath me, stroking me to the rhythm of his thrusts. My orgasm hit like a runaway train, spreading out to my limbs, the tips of my fingers and toes. He fucked me through it, and after another minute, his hips stuttered as he came on a low groan.
He fell into the bed beside me, his fingers still tangled in my air. My entire body was a big bowl of Jell-O and I wasn’t sure I would be able to move for… several hours. Days even.
Garrett grinned at me, his hair—two weeks past haircut—sticking out at all angles. He brushed the back of his knuckles over my lips. “Ready for houseguests now?”
I closed my eyes and snuggled into my pillow. Our bed was seriously the best thing ever, and I’d spent a good amount of time testing every one out at the furniture store. “I don’t care if your entire Army unit showed up right now.”
“That’s my boy,” he said. The mattress shifted under me. “I’ll be back with coffee and breakfast.”
I nodded. “Sounds good.” As his footsteps sounded down the hall, I called out. “Love you!”
“Love you too!”
I smiled. I could totally do this.
“Do I look like a douchebag if I wear this?”
“Yes,” Luke said without even looking at me. His lips quirked at the side. “You can’t help it. It’s your nature.”
“Dude, this isn’t funny.” I frowned at my reflection. My jeans were tight and my graphic T-shirt was even tighter. If someone tried hard enough, they could count the cuts in my abs and chest through the fabric. “See, this was normal in Staten Island, but…”
“Because all the other juiceheads on the island are trying to show off for each other.”
I nodded, frowning deeper. “This is literally all I own. This and those bunker pants from last Halloween. Or sweatpants.”
Luke finally pushed himself out of the uncomfortable armchair in our hotel room. He snagged the front of my T-shirt and tugged me forward. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”
“I wanna make a good impression.”
Luke’s brow arched. “For what? This isn’t a swinger party, kid. You’re not trying to fuck him. You’re trying to get through this goddamn visit.”
At that, I had to laugh. “Babe, my policy on socializing is a lot different than yours. I don’t just wanna get through it and run back to our cave.”
“Then keep agonizing.” Luke smacked my ass, squeezed it, and then headed for the door. “We’re late so you’re not changing.”
“Shit.” I plucked at my T-shirt a couple more times before following him. I was halfway through the doorframe when I froze. “Wait, let me tell him we’re coming.”
“They’re the ones that told us what time to show up.”
“Yeah, but Kai may need to prepare. I want to give them a warning.”
“Warn them about your shirt while you’re at it.”
“That’s not funny. I’m freaking out and you’re Captain Jokes-A-Lot all of a sudden.”
Luke paused in front of the door, arms crossed, as he gave me a serious stare. “What’s going on?”
“Don’t give me that.” Luke grabbed my chin. “Everyone likes you. In fact, so many people like you that it makes me want to lock you in a room with me forever so they’ll stop staring you down. So, why the insecurity?”
“Well…” Damn, as usual, he’d sniffed me out. “I wasn’t always the greatest to Garrett, okay? When we were on the FOB, and I first started realizing I liked guys for more than just a fantasy or a bro-job, I was a dick about it.”
Understanding dawned on Luke’s face. And surprise. “You never told me that.”
“It wasn’t exactly a shining moment,” I grumbled. “I’m worried he told Kai about how I acted, and now maybe he’ll think I’m a dick. Or he’ll expect some asshole dude-bro who will make him uncomfortable. He’s a nervous guy, you know? Anxiety is a monster for him.”
The surprise softened into a half-smile that Luke only showed when we were alone. “I’m sure they’d be touched at your paranoia. But the kid would have already uninvited us if he thought you were a dickhead.”
It was true, but I kept frowning at him worriedly, until his smile widened. He pulled me closer and drew me into a kiss, which upgraded to a full-on make out in three seconds flat. Making out made us sound like thirsty teenagers, but we were definitely still in the can’t-get-enough-of-each-other stage of our relationship. The kiss deepened when he slid his fingers into my hair and then he was backing me into the room again.
Luke spun me around and pushed me facedown onto the bed. I landed with an oof and managed to get my phone out of my pocket before he started trying to get down my pants.
“You horny bastard. I have to text Garrett!”
“So text him. You have plenty of time.”
My fingers barely grazed the screen of my phone as Luke shoved one hand beneath me to undo my jeans. When his fingers grazed the growing hardness trapped there, heat exploded in me.
“Stop,” I said breathlessly. “C’mon, I gotta do this.”
Luke slid the zipper down and tugged my jeans down over my ass. He gave one red cotton covered cheek a firm smack. A zing of lust soared through me to join the growing need to be touched. I moaned, and he smacked my other ass cheek. I could practically hear his filthy smile.
“So do it,” he rumbled.
My thumbs swept over the phone but with Luke running his tongue along the skin he’d just smacked, and then lightly biting, I was so blind with lust that the message was gibberish.
Dominic: wer on way k
Garrett: …. I see.
“Shit, I sound like an idiot in this message,” I said, breathing hard. “They’re gonna regret inviting my dumb Staten Island ass—”
Luke clamped his hands on my shoulders and jerked me up and back against his hard chest. His fingers wound in my hair and gave a stinging tug.
“Shut up or I’ll ride this Staten Island ass so hard that you won’t be able to walk into their front door.”
I shuddered and leaned against him. “Luke, we’re gonna be la—”
He forced my face to the side and pressed our lips together before I could say anything more. Rough stubble against my cheek and a hot wet tongue in my mouth was all it took for me to melt against him, arching my back against his chest as he slid one hand around my hip and down into the open fly of my jeans.
I moaned into his mouth as he massaged my throbbing erection, and I was more likely to hoof it back to the East Coast in my Jordans than tell him to stop once he was pumping my dick while sucking on my lower lip. Once his grip tightened and his fist starting flying faster, I ripped my mouth away to groan against his face.
“That’s right,” Luke said. “Let me hear that mouth of yours.”
“Oh fuck.” I wound my arm back to dig my fingers into his salt-and-pepper hair. “Just like that.”
“Just like what, baby?” he murmured in my ear. “Tell me what you want.”
I thrust into the tunnel of his hand, mind quickly turning to mush the faster I approached an orgasm. “I wanna come. It’s been hours.”
Luke chuckled and ground his own denim covered bulge against my ass. “I love it when you’re needy.”
“And I fuckin’ love it when you’re—ugh.”
My mouth gaped when he sank his teeth into the side of my neck. Simultaneous explosions of pleasure all over my body was definitely the way to make me get loud, and Luke loved getting me to that point. He milked my dick while sucking and nibbling at the sensitive spot on my neck.
“Ahhh…” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Gonna come. Gonna fuckin’ come so hard…”
Luke turned my face further to the side and kissed me just as it hit me. I cried out, loud and reckless and probably clear enough to be heard in the hall, as he pumped rope after rope of hot semen all over his hand, my abdomen where my shirt had rucked up, and my goddamn T-shirt. When I was finally empty, I sagged against him while breathing hard. A dreamy smile crossed my lips.
Luke chuckled again, all warm and growly and hot. “Feel better?”
“I feel brainless.”
He patted my thigh and kissed my jaw. “That was the plan. You were getting all caught up in your fucking head.”
I twisted to look at him, squinting. “So you knew a Rawlings Handie would get me out of my feelings about no one liking me?”
“So you’re like a bisexual Dr. Phil.”
Luke shook his head. “You’re an idiot.”
I grinned. “Can I suck bisexual Doc Phil’s cock to reciprocate? I missed my morning protein shake.”
“If you do that we’ll really be late. I’ll save it for tonight so you can reverse cowboy me in that chair.” He smacked my ass again, harder, and backed away. “Now change your shirt. You shot all over it.”
I bit back a comment about him having given me an excuse to change clothes because we really were out of time.
After changing into a slightly looser black T-shirt, we took a cab to Garrett’s and Kai’s house. My nerves still had me on edge but it was nothing compared to the wreck I’d been an hour ago. Instead of wondering what I’d do to make Kai hate me, I wondered what bullshit I could say to make Garrett and Luke laugh. Between the two of them, it was going to be a night out with the grim reapers rather than a double date.
We arrived at their house, a seriously cozy looking two-story, and I knocked while bouncing on the balls of my feet. Luke stared at me like I was losing my mind.
When the door opened, we were greeted by Garrett’s tall, dark, and smartass mug and Kai’s explosively blue eyes. The kid was even more gorgeous in person. All long dancer’s limbs and silky black hair.
“Hey.” One of Kai’s hands dug a death grip into Garrett’s arm. “Thank you for coming!”
I grinned, went through a quick mental catalog of stupid Costigan shit to say to lighten up tension, and said, “Thanks for inviting us. I’ve been practicing my Super Smash Bros skills for, like, two weeks in preparation for this. You’re going down, baby.”
Luke and Garrett stared at each other like they had melded minds and were both wondering how I existed in the world, but Kai gave me his gamer face and fist pumped.
“You’re on. I will fuck you up as Princess Peach.”
Kai released Garrett and grabbed my hand, dragging me into the house. As we went, I heard Garrett say, “Uh. Hi.”
I glanced over my shoulder just in time to see them exchange some super serious handshake while staring each other down. Jesus Christ. Video games were definitely in order.
Garrett Reid was even more attractive in person than on video. He was as tall as me, with deep brown eyes, broad shoulders, and sharp cheekbones. His body language made it clear this was his house, Kai was his man, and he wasn’t ready to trust me yet.
I respected that.
Past Garrett’s shoulder, Dominic and Kai were in the living room already chatting about gaming systems. Interesting how Dominic spent for-fucking-ever stressed about Kai liking him, and they immediately hit it off.
I focused back on Garrett, and thought for a split second that I wouldn’t have minded being a fly on the wall when he and Dominic had fooled around. If Dominic knew my thoughts, he’d laugh and call me a perv.
“Nice place,” I said. “Appreciate you letting us visit.”
Garrett’s expression softened a fraction. “Sure. Glad you came.” He glanced back at the sound of Dominic’s laughter. “It’s good to see Costigan happy.” He motioned toward the couch. “If you want to head in there, I’ll grab some food and beer.”
I took a seat on the couch along the side wall. Dominic and Kai were in front of the large, wall-mounted TV, sitting side-by-side on a bright orange bean-bag looking chair. Dominic definitely was happy, and more relaxed after his session with “Bisexual Dr. Phil.” My boyfriend was corny as fuck. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, and Kai sat cross-legged. He thumbed a button on the remote, a constant sound that I chalked up to nerves. I didn’t know what to do to make him feel better, so I went with no sudden movements. He glanced at me and brushed his shaggy dark hair out of his eyes as he fired up the Wii U.
He was cute as hell, with a big smile and a larger-than-life presence. I could see why people liked to watch him on his channel. “Wow, this is actually kinda rude, huh?” he said. “You guys show up and in minutes, we’re gaming already.”
I waved a hand. “Nah, I’m used to it.”
Kai smiled again, and stopped thumbing the remote.
“Hey,” Dominic said, not taking his eyes off the TV.
“Hey back,” I said.
“We need this thing.”
Dominic leaned his head back and peered at me. “This orange chair thing.”
“It’s comfy as hell!”
I lifted an eyebrow.
“Micah would love it. If we had this chair, we’d play longer and wouldn’t annoy you so bad on rainy Saturdays.”
I thought about that. “Yeah, but then you’ll also stay up too late playing games when I’m trying to fuck you.”
Kai laughed, while Dominic gave me the finger and turned back to the TV. “All right, so I’m Donkey Kong.”
“You know I’m the Princess,” Kai said, batting his eyelashes.
Yep, cute as hell.
Their characters began to fight on a red double-decker airplane, and even I could tell Dominic was outmatched.
The couch dipped as Garrett sat down, handing me a beer and placing a massive plate of nachos on the coffee table. He kept glancing at Kai as he opened his beer.
“Thanks,” I said, glancing at the label. “What’s this?”
“Local brewery. That all right?”
I took a pull and let the hoppy brew slide down my throat. “Hell yeah, this is great. I get micro-brews locally all the time, and Dominic hates it and wants to know where his Bud Light is.”
I took another sip of my beer and turned my head to see Garrett watching me with a small smile. “Costigan, his abs, and his beer choice are as ‘Murican as it gets.”
I laughed. “That’s the truth.”
Garrett was quiet for a moment. “On base, I’m not sure we were what I’d call friends. First, because he was kind of an asshole, and second, because I wasn’t trying to make friends but…” his voice trailed off. “Guess it took getting out of the sandbox to see he doesn’t make a bad friend.”
My mouth quirked at the side. Not quite a smile but close enough for a stranger. It was hard to picture my Dominic ever being an asshole, but there were glimmers here and there whenever he got pissed off or defensive and went into Staff Sergeant mode. I hadn’t seen much of that since our early days together though.
“He says dumb shit on the regular that makes me laugh, gets grumpy when he’s hungry, and eats all my peanut butter, but I still love the bastard.”
On cue, Dominic’s thick Staten Island accent exploded into the room in surround sound. “What da fuck, yo!” He slammed his hand down on his leg. “Stay on the fucking plane, ya ape!”
Kai put his hands in the air and waved them around, shimmying his hips in a victory dance.
“Let’s go again.” Dominic scowled and gently shoved Kai’s shoulder. “This is some bullshit.”
“So salty.” Kai said in a sing-song voice.
“Oh, ho. Gonna be like that, huh?” Dominic’s voice held a hint of amusement as he narrowed his eyes at the TV.
Kai turned to Garrett and smiled at him, big and radiant, before his Princess Peach went at Donkey Kong again.
With that smile, Garrett exhaled loudly and leaned back on the couch. He gulped his beer, then turned to me again. “So what’s it like living with Costigan?”
I swallowed a mouthful of nachos. “Sometimes it’s like having a third teenager.”
“Oh yeah, you got kids, right?”
“I do. Twin teenagers.”
His dark brows rose. “Shit.”
“I split time with their mom, so we get a break sometimes.”
Garrett wiped the condensation from his bottle as Dominic hollered at the TV and flailed a hand. “Get the fuck outta here!” He snorted in disgust while Kai pressed his lips together to suppress a laugh. When a giggle bubbled out, Dominic’s face immediately split into a grin. “You’re a little shit.”
Kai stretched his arms over his head. “A little shit who owns you in Super Smash Bros.”
“Dominic,” I said. “Take a break from getting your ass handed to you and eat some nachos.”
He perked up and abandoned his spot on the orange abomination to kneel beside the coffee table. He dropped a handful of nachos into his mouth, then moaned as he chewed. “Oh fuck, these are good. Who cooks?”
“Garrett,” Kai said from where he sat on his boyfriend’s lap, licking melted cheese from his fingers. “Before him, I lived on ice cream.” He widened his eyes and pointed at Dominic. “Hey. You should totally join me tomorrow morning on Twitch! You’re cute as hell and if we get Luke in frame too, Chat will go nuts.” He turned his head to Garrett. “What do you think?”
“Go for it,” Garrett said. “Bonus: It’ll annoy your mods.”
“Oh good point.” Kai wrinkled his nose. “My mods have been super weird lately, and it’s irritating me, so making their lives harder sounds like fun.”
“We met your mods at FallenCon,” Dominic said. “There was definitely some drama going on between them. Billion dollars says they boned. I got a vibe.”
I wasn’t sure what they were talking about. At FallenCon, I’d been focused on trying to get my kid home safe without losing it on Dominic. “Who were the mods?”
“The surfer looking one, and the tattooed scowly guy.”
“Ohhh yeah,” I said. It had been enough of an oddity for me to have remembered. “They were glaring at each other from across the room.”
Kai huffed. “I tried to interrogate them, and they are tight-lipped.”
“Garvy didn’t even seem thirsty for your attention like he normally is,” Garrett said.
Kai shot him a look and Garrett rolled his shoulders unapologetically. “Just saying.”
Kai sighed and turned to Dominic again. “So how about it, Costigan? Will you come on camera with me?”
“Can I flash my abs?” Dominic asked.
Kai rolled his eyes. “Of course.”
Dominic flexed his biceps, hamming it up, and was so fucking adorable that I couldn’t help myself. Pre-Dominic, I would have never considered myself a PDA type of guy but now I grabbed him and pressed a hard kiss to his lips before letting go. Dominic’s face was flushed when he went back to eating nachos. He tried to play it cool but was visibly flustered by the attention. Garrett nudged Dominic with his foot, teasing him, before shooting me one of his reserved smiles.
Ah, so I guessed I did have Garrett Reid approval. Between that and more of Dominic’s happy chatter and sunny grins, I was confident this trip had been a good idea.
Shockingly, this visit wasn’t turning into a massive clusterfuck. Not that I’d necessarily thought Kai and Dominic wouldn’t get along—I’d expected this ridiculous match of smart assery and weird jokes—but I hadn’t been too sure about Luke.
First of all, my first impression of him had been Costigan all tense around him at the convention. My inner paranoid overprotective monster had reared up even though Costigan could kick my ass on a normal day, and he literally did not need me worrying about who he was fucking. But I’d worried anyway.
Second, he was older than all of us and seemed like an actual grown-up. Which meant he could have been potentially judgmental about video games. I didn’t want to deal with some dude coming in here and being skeptical about what Kai did for a living. Some of my coworkers tried that shit, and I was sick of it.
Third, well there was no third other than worrying about Kai’s anxiety and how he would react to strangers in our house.
But it was all good. Luke tolerated video games and showed real interest in Kai’s career, demanded he pay for dinner (Chinese) since we were hosting them and didn’t argue when Kai and me insisted on at least paying for half. He also told me how to actually take care of our fucking yard since my thumb was the farthest thing from green, and I was sick of getting disapproving looks from neighbors.
As for Costigan—hhe was infinitely more likeable and charming in the real world, and he was so considerate of Kai’s anxiety that I had the urge to give him a half-hug. Full hug was pushing it.
After eating his weight in noodles and egg rolls, Costigan offered to walk to the store for more beer and seemed confused that there wasn’t one in walking distance. I offered to drive.
“I couldn’t live in a place where you had to drive everywhere,” he said once he was buckled into my truck. “For real. This is ridiculous.”
“Driving is ridiculous?”
“Nah, man. Having to go on a full journey to get some brews instead of just walking down the block. Our house is legit ten minutes from four bodegas. No lie.”
I shook my head, grinning faintly as I drove us to the nearest gas station. It took less than ten minutes driving, but I saw his point.
“I’m gonna tell you something nice so don’t fuck it up by mouthing off.”
He perked up. “Am I doing a good job?”
“A good job of what?”
“Not fucking up,” he said. “I was sweating it for hours, man. Convinced you’d regret inviting us or that I’d not get on with Kai. Shit. Luke had to suck my dick to calm my anxious ass down.”
I’d barely processed the first two sentences before he was blurting out the third. “Is that why you typoed your way through a text message before you showed up?”
Costigan bobbed his head. “He has skills.”
I shook my head, laughing, and turned into the gas station. Instead of getting out right away, I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to him. He was smiling, but there was still a flash of uncertainty in his baby blues. It was the same way he’d looked at me after asking if we could keep in touch. Like he was expecting rejection or reprimand of some sort.
“Dominic, I never for a second had the concern that you would piss me off or do something to upset Kai. The past shit is in the past. It’s done.”
His brows drew together. “But—”
“No.” I held up a hand. “It’s done, man. I see the way you are with Kai, and he’s told me how good you are to your sister. I have no concerns. I trust you. And I like Luke.”
His eyes just about popped out of his head. “Seriously? You hate everyone.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t hate you and he’s a good dude. Bonus points for cursing just as much as me and drinking good beer. Also, yard tips.”
Costigan undid his own buckle. “You people and your plants. I do not fuck with nature.”
“Dude, we were discussing grass and potted plants not the rainforest.”
“Okay, Suburbanite. Don’t get defensive. It’s okay that you’re two steps off from a minivan.”
I rolled my eyes and shouldered my way out of the car to keep from smacking him in the head.
“Keep it up and I’ll regret asking Kai if you guys could visit again.”
Dominic met me at the entrance of the gas station. “Is that something you were considering?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged. “Why not? We’re having a good time. It’s not like I like any other people.”
He stared at me seriously for a long moment before his face broke into a huge smile. He slung an arm around my shoulders.
“Aw, Reid, you big softie. I knew you wanted to be my best fucking friend!”
Sighing loudly, I let him drag me into the store. I started to chastise him about his booming voice yelling curses all over the place, but that was Dominic Costigan. Larger than life, sucking up all the attention in a room, and really damn happy to be my friend.
And the feeling was mutual.
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