Page 90 of Manhattan Tormentor

“That’s just it, Sage. I can’t say I’ve ever had a meaningful one. Except with you and look how I handled that. You nearly died because I goaded you and you didn’t see a car.”

“That wasn’t your fault, Finn.”

“And I’ve spent the last year hating myself for walking away. For not trying, for not acting on what I was feeling and ignoring what I was thinking. I had to sort out what I was feeling, making it so I had something to offer you. I had to make me a decent fucking human being before I came to you.”

Silence.

It coats my throat in rocks and the need to grab him hard and never let go is shaking me.

I want him. I’ve always wanted this guy. I crave being near him.

Maybe we are both messed up in this obsession of ours because as much as he tormented me to get close to me, I allowed it to be close to him.

We made our own dysfunction.

“All I want is a shot. Get to know me as I am today, not the asshole who was mean because I couldn’t deal with my own feelings. I promise you won’t regret it if you give me a shot. Or tell me you’re open to it, I’ll work with that.”

“I can’t climb into the closet with you, Finn. I’ve never been there and I can’t do it, even if I feel something for you.”

His eyes flare and darken, and his every step toward me feels like it has a purpose. I want to always see this man walking toward me. I see something I need. Something I can have if I take a chance on a risk.

“Are you queer?”

He half grins and doesn’t look like he swallowed raw fish like he did the last time I tried to taunt him with it.

“For you, Sage, yeah. So fucking queer since all I can think about is your goddamn mouth.”

My dick aches. But it’s nothing to what my heart is feeling.

Whatever he thinks he sees on my face makes him smirk and take another step nearer. He licks his full lower lip, enticing me slut-like.

Goddamn, I am weak for this man and he knows it.

He could promise me nothing and I’d want him.

I’d still want him in the closet, all to myself.

But how long will that last for if I have to hide my feelings for him in public?

Would I come to hate him?

“You want me to beg on my knees, don’t you, Fierro?”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

He cracks up laughing.

Giving his shoulder a shove, it’s not missed by either of us the sharp shock of electricity with one touch.

I want him on his knees. I dreamed it so many times. I want every part of Finn’s body to belong to me.

“I’ve got shit to do, and it doesn’t include looking at your pleading eyes. I guess you can come back tomorrow.”

Please come back.

He grins and turns on his boots, but he doesn’t get far when he stops.

“Come kiss me and I’ll leave nerd central so you can do some science shit.”

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