As a collective exhale hit the airwaves, Qhuinn found himself looking over at Blay. Aw, hell, talk about a suck zone—this was why he avoided the guy like the plague. Just one glance and he was locked...
Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew—and how fabulous.
Say the word. Say the word and I won't go.Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you.Better yet, why don't you just kiss me
Standing in front of a line up of Lay's potato chips, Qhuinn looked overhead to the speaker inset into the ceiling tiles. Next to him John Matthew signed,
Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumb-ass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit.It was time to be a male.As Blay started to...
Blow me, Grim Reaper!
Abruptly, Blay's blue stare found his.And what Qhuinn saw in it caused him to falter: Love shone out of that face, unadulterated love untempered by the shyness that was very much part of his reserve.B...
Blay didn’t shake the hand that was offered. He reached over, took a hold of the fighter’s face, and drew Qhuinn in for a kiss. It was supposed to be only a split-seconder— like their lips were the on...
Let me kiss you. Qhuinn groaned as he leaned in. I know I don't deserve it, but please ... it's what you can do for me. Let me feel you....Qhuinn's mouth brushed his own. Came back for more. Lingered....
Just once Blay said softly. Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like.Qhuinn started to shake his head. No...I don't think–YesAfter a moment, Qhuinn slid both his hands up Blay's thick neck and cap...
As Luchas looked over, those perfectly matched eyes met Qhuinn’s fucked-up ones, and the connection was there: They had both been through hell, and that lock step was more powerful than the common DNA...
Call me, she whispered to him with a confidence that would fade as the days passed. Qhuinn smiled a little. Take care.At the sound of the two words, Blay relaxed, his big shoulders easing up. In Qhuin...
But by God, he was going to stop running from his cowardice. He had to own his shit - even if it made him hate himself to the core. Because maybe if he did, he'd stop trying to distract himself with s...
The kiss that was pressed against his own mouth was reverent, the contact no heavier than the warm, still air in the room. It was the consummate lover’s kiss, the kind of thing he had wanted even more...
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