Chapter 14
“Tell me about you.”
Michael blinked down at the back of Sam’s head. He’d had a particularly hard ghostwalk that day, emotionally, and it had been hard for Michael to walk out of the room once he pulled the sword from Sam’s body. The moment all his ghostwalkers were clear, Michael bundled Sam up and brought him home. Then Michael spread him out on his bed and proceeded to massage him until he was a pile of goo. Sam’s decadent groans were his undoing, but more than that, he loved helping Sam unwind, relax, and recover from a difficult day.
“Umm. What do you mean?”
Sam pushed up, and Michael moved so he was no longer straddling Sam’s ass. Sam turned over, stretched languidly, and sighed contentedly.
“I mean, I know all these things about you, but do I really know you?”
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