If you like music while you read, try “Burn” by Nathan Wagner. It perfectly encapsulates JP’s fears and heart in this time of his life.
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~ JOHN-PAUL ~
He quivered like a puppy at its first hunt. Except there would be no tucking his tail between his legs here.
Lark was bold and strong, and seeing her stand in defense of him, hearing her admire him… Lord, he felt like those wings were real and he could fly.
As if she’d cracked his chest and revealed his heart—proudly—for the world to see. He was a vulnerable mess, and his blood pulsed with electric strength that came only from her.
He’d picked her up bodily, unwilling to lose contact with her for even the seconds it would take to get to the bed. But that brought them together, slick against hard, and he groaned as he walked he
