Page 13 of Affair
There was a pattern here.
Whatever clicked on in his brain wasn’t shutting back off anytime soon.
Gamble loved his smile, and how he held him in the here and now.
His quiet masculinity was alluring since he always made him feel safe and soothed.
What he’d learned the last two months was that Poe Seville was a kind, sweet guy who always had a soldier’s back.
He was his hero.
Poe Seville was like no one he’d ever met before, and it confused the fuck out of him on so many levels.
He wanted to be with him.
LikeWITHhim.
“What do you mean?” Poe asked, his heart thumping faster now that the man said that. “Are you feeling something you haven’t mentioned in our sessions?” he asked, praying the whole time.
Was this a miraculous intervention from the universe? Was this him being granted a little more time with the man?
Please.
Yes.
Gamble stared into his eyes, and whipped out a white lie while telling a partial truth.
“Yes.”
Oh, he was definitely feeling something. That was for damn sure, and it wasn’t puritanical.
Not.
At.
All.
He wasn’t suicidal anymore, but he was having dreams. They were insane, and they involved the man not far from him.
In each one, he was making love to him.
A few times, he’d awoken like that first sleeping encounter, covered in his own cum from a very wet dream.
A hot.
Erotic.
Wicked dream.
He was beginning to believe that his brain was trying to tell him something.
Mainly, that Gamble was curious.
About Poe.
At his admission, Poe had been soaping down the mare they were cleaning up, and he put down the bucket of sudsy water.
He was trying to navigate this, all the while keeping the man’s best interest in mind.
