"God, you're such a fuckin' sap," I breathe, pulling us both to a stop and crowding in close to him, my lips pressed against his.

I want to see Tom again, I fuckin' ache for it, every single day, but I also know all the trouble it'd cause. Because Mike isn't the same man he was, and the things Mike does... the things we do, Tom just wouldn't be able to wrap his head around. It'd mean knock down, drag out fights with somebody gettin' hurt, and I don't know if I want to go through that. I don't know if I want to watch Mike and Tom go through that.

"You are mine, you know. All of you, especially the fucked up parts."