There was no voice in my head telling me this was a terrible idea- it’d been almost eleven years, but Butch wasn’t different where it counted. Prison had shaped him, but his core was pure.
And I was going to taint him. Consequences be damned.
“You can’t spend all night flirting with me and then tell me to leave you alone.” Blinking at my own murmur, I frowned deeply as my mind churned slightly faster. Maybe that was what he wanted- someone to fight for him now because I couldn’t before. A slow, leisurely smile spread across my face; that was just like Butch- subtle, barely noticeable, but powerful enough to send shockwaves rippling through life itself.
At least, that was how he’d always been with me.
Chapter Three: Butch
Knocking back a water shot, I relished the burn that spread thro
