5 Chapter 5

But when Tank said those three magic words my resolution to stay manly crumbled and I bawled like a girl, pressing my face into his oh-so-wide shoulder.

“William?” Tank rubbed circles on my back. “You okay?”

“You tell me that you love me, you turn every dream I’ve ever had about being in a relationship into reality, and you ask me if I’m okay?” I could feel hysteria rising. “Hell, no, I’m not okay. I’m a damn mess.” And to prove it I cried all the harder.

Okay, so when I break a resolution I shatter it and stomp all over the pieces.

Sex, or rather lovemaking, with Tank, was always mind-blowing, but that night—the night my awesome rock god told me he loved me—was the best ever.