Jake's mouth found mine, his lips molding hot and soft to my own. His tongue tentatively tested the seal of my lips; I parted them and he pushed inside. It was startlingly sweet and achingly familiar, like finding harbor.
Josh LanyonI hadn't liked him at first. He did sort of grow on you after a while. Like the cosmopolitans. Or maybe because of the cosmopolitans.
Josh LanyonHe shifted over without comment, lifting the blankets, and I scrambled into the warm sheets beside him. He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the deja vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like...the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow--or wanting back something you should never have given away.
Josh LanyonIโm not going to let go of you. Iโm going to hold you all night. So go ahead and feel whatever you feel. If youโre still craving cocaine, go ahead. Youโre safe. You can crave it all you want, but I wonโt let go, and if you still feel like you canโt trust yourself in the morning, and itโs what you want, Iโll drive you to rehab myself. Okay?" ~ Max
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