It"d been two days since Jay confronted Heather in the living room. Despite the way it"d turned out, every time Bryan thought about the way Jay had her pressed against the wall he got hard all over again. And guilt clawed at him every single time.
She"d been scared. And he"d been hard.
What kind of sick deviant was he?
Jay was right. Heather wasn"t for them. At all. Ever.
Now, if only his dragon would listen to reason, instead of roaring loudly and angrily in his head. He gritted his teeth. There was nothing to do but ignore it. But, ignoring the other half of himself was turning out to be a little more difficult than he"d hoped.
But the need to bring Heather happiness was something they both agreed on. It just killed him that he wouldn"t be the one to give that to her.
His feet crun
