Yours Always, Kit

I remembered that kiss against my truck. I thought about the sweet one by the generator.

My mind moved to the mindblowing night we’d spent together after the bar. I wanted to feel him relax under my hands. I wanted to hear those noises he made. I wanted those shy yeses to reach my ears when I asked him if what I was doing was okay.

Having said that, I wanted him to stick around so I could try and get to know him better. I should probably just focus on quiet movie time.

I finished my soup and sat back with a sigh.

His eyes were on me and I cocked my head in question.

I could see his anxiety slowly climbing.

“Close your eyes, Trap.”

I smiled when he did and instantly relaxed.

My lips found his and he leaned into it.

I pulled back. “What do you need?”

He kissed me again. “A shower.”

I started to laugh. “So have one.”

His grin made my heart kick. Why the hell had a shower almost sent him running?

He stood and held his hand out to me.

Oh.

Taylor

All it takes is a few moments of sitting on the deck with Kit and, suddenly, he’s all I can think about. It doesn’t take long to realize that someone in his past hurt him badly, but for some reason, he trusts me. Until he doesn’t. Every time we start to get close, the man runs and disappears. Now, the question is: am I willing to risk my heart in an attempt to heal his?

Kit

I can’t be loved. It’s not something I dwell on, it’s just something that is. I've learned the hard way that there’s something about me that drives people away. I’ve come to terms with it. It is what it is. So, I have a rule. I don’t go home with anyone I might ever see again. Then, I meet Taylor. The man just won’t leave my mind and the next thing you know, I’m finding my way back to him. I know one thing: I can’t give him what he wants even if it’s the one one thing I want too.