Clash (Hard Hit Book 12) by Charity Parkerson

Author:Charity Parkerson [Parkerson, Charity]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Punk & Sissy Publications
Published: 2018-01-07T16:00:00+00:00

Michael couldn’t sleep. He equally couldn’t spend the entire night staring at Gavin like a lovesick puppy while Gavin slept. You were there. Those words kept floating through Michael’s mind. It was taking every ounce of his restraint not to wake Gavin and steal another moment of his time. He’d stared at Gavin like this while he slept more times than he could count. It used to be so he could keep him safe…

A loud bang startled Michael from his dreams. He automatically moved over, making room for Gavin. The moment Gavin gathered him into his arms, Michael’s heart ached. Gavin was having one of his nights—one of his bad moments. Michael could practically feel the hurt rolling off him in waves. This was why he let this sneaking around go on. He knew in his heart, if Gavin had any other choice, he’d treat Michael like a king. It was in the way he held Michael sometimes—like his life was ending because he knew they were only temporary. And Michael didn’t doubt for a moment they were temporary. That never stopped Michael from dreaming.

After rolling to his side, Michael held Gavin closer and massaged every place he could reach, trying to ease his inner pain. He couldn’t change things, but he could hold Gavin and give him hope. “What if we ran away?”

“Where would two teenagers go?” Gavin asked, sounding defeated.

“Not now,” Michael clarified. “In a few months, we’ll both be eighteen. Less than a month after that, we’ll graduate. Let’s pick a college a thousand miles from here. We could get a small apartment.”

“I could paint while you study to get your law degree,” Gavin said, adding to the fantasy.

“Once I have it, I’d make enough to support us while you open your own studio,” Michael said, smiling against Gavin’s chest.

Gavin kissed his forehead. His lips lingered against Michael’s skin. “You make everything better.”

Moments like these made everything bearable. Being held by Gavin made everything worthwhile.

That was still true. With a sigh, Michael leaned over the edge of the bed and dug through his clothes until he found his phone. Unfortunately, not sleeping was a familiar state for Michael. Luckily, he had a bullshit game to focus on instead.

MichaelThePA: I see you cleared out the last of the enemies around the camp.

Gavin’s phone lit up on the bedside table, catching Michael’s eye. He tried ignoring it. It wasn’t any of his business who was calling in the middle of the night. At least, that was what he told himself. Otherwise, he might have to wake Gavin and kill him.

He checked on his game again. No response from #1HatTrick. Michael checked the time. It was one in the morning. No wonder the dude wasn’t answering. Michael was the crazy one in this equation. Still, he messaged him again.

MichaelThePA: Sorry. I guess you’re sleeping.

Gavin’s phone lit again. Michael’s gaze slid between their phones. That was odd. Michael did it again.

MichaelThePA: I didn’t realize how late it is.

Sure enough, Gavin’s phone lit again.

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