Mason’s more scared of love than he is of the walking dead.<br><br>Mason is facing more than one apocalypse. The darkest hours are those spent alone, when memories surface and the touch of his lost love can make the most erotic of dreams horrifying. He’d rather face danger than recollect how he loved Antonio and what he was prepared to give up for him. He’s never going to fall in love again ... a vow that wavers when he rescues Kyle.<br><br>Although Mason is certain luck had more to do with saving Kyle than anything he did, now he fears something more than the walking dead. He’s afraid giving in to lust may lead to love, if homophobic hatred doesn’t murder them first.

A Not So Hollow Heart

He broke his grip, gave Kyle more room. “I didn’t mean that. My ex was into kinky shit.” True, but not the whole truth. “Sorry. Flashback.” Oh great. How pleasant to hear your lover talk about someone else. “I guess I’m not used to this interpersonal stuff either.”


Kyle swallowed, took a few breaths, but at least he didn’t leap off the bed. “I guess it’s been a while for many people. Those who’ve lost anyone.”


The painful fact threatened to kill this for them. “You want to stop?”


Kyle played with the fine hairs on Mason’s chest. “No. Mason, we can kid ourselves about what we’re doing here, but we’re trying to survive, and part of being alive is my wanting you inside me. Are you going to accommodate me here, or what?”


Chapter 21