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

“You didn’t finish,” Kyle murmured as Mason stripped and, exhausted, climbed in, pulling the covers over them. Kyle hovered on the edge of sleep—Mason knew because he was equally wasted.


Yeah, then. They’d rest, fetch something to eat, and might be ready to admit the sex they shared had a whole lot to do with affection, possibly love.


Mason dreamed. He understood this by the simple fact Antonio stared at him. He came in the door, hesitated, lifting his head to sniff the air. In his sleep Mason’s face tightened. He frowned. Made no sense. Did Antonio scent the air for sex? The arm Mason curled around Kyle declared his guilt. Besides, Antonio was dust on the wind and shouldn’t care. Mason, unable to withstand the idea of burying him, and having no knowledge of stillinga person, of how to prevent his coming back, so built a pyre. Antonio was dead, gone—time to accept.


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