COLLATERAL DESIRE
“Is it because I’m not like you? I’m not rich, I’m not powerful, I’m not—”
“Stop.”
Ragnar’s voice cut through him.
Sharp.
But quiet.
Lance froze for a second… but only for a second.
Because he wasn’t done.
“Then tell me what it is,” Lance said, softer now, almost pleading.
“Because I’m losing my mind trying to understand you.”
His hand, almost without thinking, drifted down slightly, fingers brushing against the fabric of Ragnar’s shirt, gripping it lightly.
Ragnar felt it.
Every bit of it.
But he didn’t move.
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