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334 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 16, 2019
I was being loved from every possible angle and I'd never felt more relieved in my life.
When love doesn't always come in twos...
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⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Angst & Lack Of Communication*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
It was on the tip of my tongue to remind Zak that no one loved him more than I did, but I kept silent. They were words I wouldn’t have hesitated to speak eighteen months ago.
But a lot had changed since then.
Sometimes I wondered if maybe too much had changed.
Maybe I’d changed things too much.
My heart pounded frantically in my chest as I watched Zak nervously pet Dash. The need to walk up to him and take the cat from his arms so I could claim Zak’s touch for myself was strong, but I managed to stay where I was. But I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming over Zak’s body.
He was actually a hair taller than me, but not as heavily built. We were often mistaken for brothers since we were both in our early thirties, had dirty blond hair, some scruff on our faces, and various piercings. But whereas my tattoos went all the way up and down my arms and part of my chest and back, Zak only had a few on his upper arms. And while my eyes were a boring shade of brown, Zak’s were a startling, crisp gray that had flecks of gold and green in them. His eyes were windows to his soul, even when he didn’t want them to be.
Like now.
There’d been a time earlier in our relationship that those eyes had only been filled with lightness, but that’d changed.
I’d changed that for him.
Zak had a habit of bringing home animals from the small rescue group he volunteered for – the ones that were most in need of a little extra TLC. He always called them fosters, but only on the rarest of occasions did they leave our house after that.
They had a way of becoming family from the moment they walked or were carried over the threshold.
In the past, Zak and I had had a lot of fun pretending to let him “convince me” to accept another four-legged or two-winged creature into our lives, but we’d both known it had been just another excuse to touch one another, to be with each other. Zak had always known I’d give him anything and everything to make him happy… I’d told him as much the first time I’d admitted that I was so deeply in love with him that it scared the ever-loving shit out of me. But things had changed there too.
“No,” I murmured. “So you were a cop when you met Zak.”
“Yep. He was in nursing school. He’d just finished his second deployment. He’d been a combat medic in his unit—”
“Wait, Zak was in the military?” I asked.
“Marines,” Killian confirmed.
“Fuck,” I muttered to myself as I remembered how I’d attacked Zak in the hospital room. “I just assumed that because he was a nurse—”
“Yeah,” Killian said with a grin. “A lot of people do that – underestimate him. Whatever you did to him, you’re lucky he didn’t break something.”
I felt my cheeks heat as I thought about the things I’d said to Zak in that hospital room.
“Anyway, he loved the military, but the war was hard on him. He was always meant to save lives, not take them.”