Jesse shouldn’t have missed the guy already, but he did. Never did he think he would ever feel codependent about a man. Not in this lifetime. And maybe not the next. But it had happened. Unconditionally. No wonder he picked up one of the pillows from Carr’s bed and pressed the cotton fabric to his nose, breathed in Carr’s strong scent, and felt a ripple of excitement wash through his body, flowing from the nape of his neck, down to his feet. Jesse felt warmly stung by the scent. Enamored. Lustful. Every way he shouldn’t have felt for Carr. For all the wrong reasons, maybe.
How long did he stand there like that, inhaling Carr’s world? Too long. Minutes. Shame on him. He felt half embarrassed by his own actions. Smitten for Carr de Vantino. Longing for the man. Wanting him. Desiring nothing less in a man. And knowing Carr was the epitome of a husband for Jesse: caring, a good listener, heartfelt, honest, and tender, among other traits of the heart.