Chapter15

#Chapter15

No. All he had was a cowardly heart that fought against itself, desperate to work again, as it once had, but terrified to end up hurt, as it always did. All he had was a brain that fought conflicting thoughts: Hope whispered at him to try, that the worst thing was not taking the chance, but Doubt spoke just as loud and twice as harsh, pointing out that Sylvester was not a Little, which meant that the only relationship that could ever exist between them was that of one that involved price tags and forced submission.

/"Goddamn it, Ronan,/" Jackson breathed, eyes popping back open as he finally caved, snatching up his phone. /"What have you gotten me into?/"