Joel Dawson Novels & Stories

His sharp eyes locked onto mine, making sure I understood every word. But the truth? I wasn’t listening. Not a bit. My mind was entirely on him. The cut of his muscles, the way his chest rose and fell with every breath. “Damn,” I muttered under my breath before I could stop myself. Joel arched a brow. “How did I—?” he started, then smirked, pointing at his chest. “Achieve all of this?” Oh, don’t get me wrong. Damien was handsome—perfectly built, even. But Joel… Joel was something else. He was fire in human form.

" I said and smiled. He let out a nervous chuckle and punched my chest playfully, "Yeah thanks man, you don't know how much that means." "Don't get soft on me now Dawson." I laughed and ruffled his hair.