Chapter 10

There’ll be another time, the right time. He liked the inherent promise of that very much.

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Alden let himself into the car, stumbled to the beat-up couch and dropped onto it.

Thank the gods Dom is gone. He’d want to know what’s wrong, and I don’t think I could tell him. Shit, I’ve stepped in it again, right up to my fucked-up eyeballs. What did I just do? Why? What was I thinking? How in the depths of hell did I let this happen?

Life was beginning to look like his luck had totally gone south—at least as far as keeping a clear head and a secure heart went. Common sense told him he’d better clamp down right now and stop thinking with his cock if he didn’t want to watch history repeat itself. No way could he survive a repeat of that summer eight years ago. He’d end up slitting his throat or blowing his brains out. For just a few crazy minutes, he’d let himself forget…