Chapter35

#Chapter35

Sunlight fell in through the window of the small restaurant. The fading rays touched the early evening air so gently, as though with a lovers kiss.

Like golden glitter, it danced across Jamie's cheek, catching in his eyes; he became convinced in that second that not all angels had wings.

Jamie didn't have a halo, but looking at him was a slice of heaven that Stryker had always been so sure that he would have been deprived. Looking at him... he understood why people spent their whole lives searching for 'the one'.

Nothing, nobody, could compare to the warmth that nestled within the deepest chambers of his chest, warming him in a way that nobody ever had before.

/"Order whatever you want, baby boy,/" Stryker told him gently, his fingers sliding across the gentle slope of his cheek, smiling as the boy's flesh turned a pretty pink beneath his touch.