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“I’m here, too. My soul was still intact. It had yet to leave my body, so I just kind of scooted over and let the hellhound bring me back to life, so to speak. We’ve been close ever since.”
Shane let out a breathy laugh and turned away again.
“Think of us as roommates, but to say where one ends and the other begins would be impossible. We’ve become one over the years.”
“This is too much,” he said, raking a hand through his hair before turning back to him. “I’m just supposed to buy this?”
Bronson pushed himself off the windowsill. “You’d like proof?”
Shane jerked back and Bronson’s heart sank. If Shane gave him the same look he did that night after he literally came back from the dead, he would be devastated.
Instead, Shane glared at him. “You left me. You ran away.”
“I… we, felt it was best.”
“Why?” he roared, stepping closer as though readying to punch him.
“The look on your face. The disgust.”
That knocked the wind out of his sails. He shook his head. “That wasn’t disgust.”
“No?” Bronson smirked. “What would you call it?”
“I needed time to process everything. Fuck.” Shane scrubbed his face and gestured wildly as he spoke. “You… you were dead. Then you weren’t. Then you left,” he said, his tone accusing. “And you never looked back.”
“I looked back. I’ve been looking back every day since. I just thought you deserved better than a half-human hellhound.”
“Oh, yeah? You’ve been keeping tabs, too?”
“As a matter of fact, I have.”
“Then you must know I never recovered from that night.”
“I do. Thus my reluctance to see you.”
He stepped closer and pressed an index finger into Bronson’s chest. The contact sent a spark of electricity surging through him. “I needed you, goddammit.”
Bronson dropped his gaze. “You needed normalcy. But I never stopped looking after you.”
Shane scoffed. “Right.”
“The adoption into a loving family? The scholarship to UNM? The silent partner who bankrolled your business?”
Shane gaped at him a long moment before recovering. “Those were you?”
“Of course, they were.”
A wetness formed between his thick, blond lashes. He stepped close enough for Bronson to see flecks of silver in his irises. It took every ounce of strength he had not to close the distance between them.
“Why not just come to me?” Shane asked. “Why stay away so long?”
“I figured you’d get over me pretty quick after the returning-from-the-dead incident.”
“You figured wrong.” When Shane’s mouth covered his, Bronson felt the last puzzle piece fall into place. He’d longed for this moment for over twenty years. For this feeling of euphoria. Of absolute bliss. Did Shane believe him about the hellhound thing? Who the fuck cared?
Shane closed the distance between them and pressed his hips intimately against his. It was like throwing gasoline onto a fire. His cock hardened instantly as Shane’s tongue dove inside his mouth. He’d missed him so much. Missed this so much.
Mrs. Acosta’s voice broke into his thoughts, though just barely. “Oh! Oh, goodness. Never mind!” she shouted down the stairs. “They’re fine. They’re… talking business.”
