“Liam... You’re the best. You’re handsome, funny, patient with my fits, a fantastic cook. You taught me how to swim.” Ryan bit his lip, eyes focused on the shadowed face in front of him. “Like, if there was a zombie apocalypse, you’d save me and feed me.” He smiled. “I wouldn’t need some loser with a guitar that wouldn’t even work without electricity. I’d need a real man. The kind that runs into a burning building to save me.”
Liam pulled him into his arms, just like he always did.
Ryan smiled and gave his cheek a peck. “You don’t have to,” he said but he sure wouldn’t be pushing the issue. This was exactly what he wanted.
“I do.” Liam pushed the door open with his elbow. “It’s obligatory for men taking their princes to their castle.”
What Liam saw was beyond his imagination, and immediately, all of his skin prickled with the bristling hairs. Dozens of shallow cuts paralleled in precision that had nothing to do with scratching yourself against a ‘metal thingy’. It was a diary of Ryan’s pain, a constant, neverending stabbing
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