![]() ![]() It wasn’t just Marcus who bound them together, not anymore. Luke sucked in a breath, and his pupils widened. He caressed Luke’s cheek, then let his nails brush through the stubble. “You are supposed to hate me,” Luke whispered. ![]() Luke met Liam’s eyes, his mouth parted and closed again. He hugged his hand to his chest as if Liam had burned him with his touch. God, it had been such a long time since Liam felt this sure, this convinced of the grand potential of love.Ī deep sigh and Luke leaned away, pulling his hand from underneath Liam’s. ![]() They both felt it, the same pull, the same rush of want, glimpses of a future, a different reality where they would touch willingly and with the ease of familiar lovers. Just a second passed, and Liam wanted to pause the time. Breathing in Luke’s scent, he nuzzled his temple. Liam stepped closer still until his nose brushed Luke’s hair. He massaged Luke’s nape while the man battled with himself. Luke squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled harshly, and Liam could see Luke struggling. Carefully watching Luke’s profile for clues, he lifted his other hand and let it rest on Luke’s neck. Liam hadn’t imagined the energy between them. Luke didn’t move, except his head sunk lower. ![]() He squeezed lightly before he stroked Luke’s fingers, warming them. Luke’s hand was ice-cold, and Liam was painfully aware of the last time they’d touched, two months ago at the hospital. He walked closer, pausing next to Luke, who still wouldn’t look at him. Liam had always known words wouldn’t fix this. ![]()
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