Jonathan got out the passenger side and looked around, removed his sunglasses and liked what he saw. It was a very nice place, not like most ranches he'd ever seen. This place looked like home, a place he never knew—not like where he grew up on a corporate Ranch. They were the evil places he couldn't wait until he had the chance to run away at 15 and go to the city.
Jonathan banged around and did what he could until he was 16, when he met William and it was the love of his life—the tall, good-looking human, 20 years old and sexy as hell. William took the young man home that night, the very first night they met. He was disheveled, he was dirty, his clothes were torn, but his ice blue eyes told him more than he could ever tell himself.