chapter twenty
MORGAN
Will thanks my parents for the food and the company. They wave cheerily at him and Damien exchanges a fist bump with one of his
favorite celebrities.
I follow him to the front door and open it wide. Will allows me to slip out in front of him and we settle on the front porch.
The night is calm and cool. No mosquitoes buzz around us. The sweet smell of hibiscus flowers growing profusely around the yard infuses the night air with a pleasant fragrance.
The soft light of the front porch warms us in a little bubble, privately sparing us from the world.
I know that Will Young is damaged.
I also know that he needs me. He depends on me to pull him out of his flashbacks, to get him used to an innocent touch. And beyond his kindness, his character, and his handsome featu
