Sawyer’s contract with Kick ended on Sunday, just three days from now. And then what? They’d barely navigated the present without complicating it with the future. Would this be their last night together? Pain pierced his heart, his wince holding until the ache eased. He’d gone with the flow, let things develop, and now he hoped like hell he didn’t regret letting his heart get so deeply involved. Two sharp knocks blasted through the foyer, jerking his attention to the front door. Sawyer was here. Ash blew out a breath, straightened his spine. If this was their last night, at least Sawyer wouldn’t be forgetting him anytime soon. His sadist chuckled, a sinister glee battling with the hurting man. A dichotomy Sawyer would appreciate if Ash were able to share it with him. “Hey,” he said, stepping back to let Sawyer into his home. “How’s it going?” He trailed his hand down Sawyer’s arm, fingers lingering when he really wanted to lean in for a kiss. “Good.” Sawyer set his bag down, dimple showing when he faced him.
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