Donovan drove straight back to the post office, pausing only long enough to get a quick breakfast sandwich from a fast food restaurant along the way. He couldn’t rid his mind of the memories constantly replaying in bold, clear imagines. The sight of TJ slugging his way through the masses at the bar. How big, strong, and dominating he was, repelling all combatants. Then, the way he relaxed on the couch, sprawling out like he owned the world, even as he held the bag of frozen peas to his bruised face. No way could Donovan forget what came next—the best s*x of his life. The growling, the aggressiveness tempered with gentleness. The combination set him on fire and still kept him on simmering even now. The great roar when TJ finally came. A triumphant sound if Donovan ever heard one.
He frowne
