The first person Jamie saw when he finished reading over his statement and signing off on it was Dillon. He was slumped in one of the waiting area chairs, his hair matted to his head with sweat and dirt. He needed a good shave, the shadow on his face leaving a dark line.
His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and sheer exhaustion. And still, he was the most beautiful creature Jamie had ever seen in his life. Nothing could have stopped Jamie from rushing across the room and pulling Dillon from his chair, his arms wrapping around Dillon’s waist so tight Jamie was in danger of knocking the breath out of him.
Dillon didn’t seem to notice. His sole focus was Jamie. He cradled him close, whispering words of love and offerings of devotion into Jamie’s ear. The words were nice, but Jamie di
