Page 230 of The Blame Game

All they had to do was be here together.

All they needed was each other.

Shea rolled onto his stomach and Dom reached out, settling a hand on Shea’s back. He slept on, lips parted, his breathing still slow and even like he had no intention of waking any time soon.

Dom watched him sleep, his heart full, his eyes stinging a little. This was all so much. More than he ever thought he’d have.

He let his gaze trace over Shea’s body, so solid, so beautifully honed. But Dom loved him for so much more than that. Shea was so much more than a handsome face and a beautiful body.

It was his heart, his spirit that made Dom fall in love with him. No one else would have waited for the Dom the way Shea had. No one else would have risked his life, his career, his reputation for a man as closed off as Dom had been.

Just Shea.

Dom smiled, thinking of the moment they’d met in the apartment at High Park Towers, the halting, “Hi, I’m S—Sawyer Barnett,” that had fallen from Shea’s lips and the feel of their hands clasped together for the first time.

He’d never thought—never dreamed—that it would lead to this.

Some people might resent Shea’s past, his history with other people, but Dom could only be grateful for it. It had brought them together, made Shea who he was.

How could Dom ever begrudge him that?

“I love you,” he whispered reverently and Shea smiled in his sleep, like Dom’s words had slipped into his dreams.

Dom let out a contented sigh, draping an arm across Shea’s back and pulling him close.

Hockey was over, but for Dom? His life was only just beginning.

THE END

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