Chapter 3He was being kissed and kissed well. Broc could step back, laugh, talk about maybe later because hell, he’d just met this American with his slick good looks and easy-going nature, but damn it, Dawson’s soft lips felt far too good. Everything about him was good, his lean build, the scent of peppermint that clung to him, and his ready smile. Not to mention that not once had Broc’s grumpiness seemed to bother him. Dawson even seemed to enjoy making him growl.
Fuck waiting or proper timing. Broc sunk his fingers into Dawson’s thick hair and deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into Dawson’s mouth. Broc explored, learning the new terrain, trying to ignore how much like home it already felt.
Dawson moaned and swayed. Broc wrapped his arm around Dawson, pulling him close to keep him
