the bodyguard's secret
The image of Silas – standing rigid in the center of the room, a silhouette of conflicted fury and protective anguish against the city lights – was seared into his mind.
He reached his room, fumbled with the lock, and stumbled inside, slamming the door shut and locking it with trembling fingers. He leaned his back against it, sliding down to the floor, his legs giving way. He pressed his hands over his mouth, stifling the sob that threatened to erupt. His lips still tingled. He could still feel the pressure of Silas’s mouth, the strength of his arms.
*Madness.* Silas was right. It was utter madness. Reckless. Suicidal. Dominic would destroy them both if he ever knew.
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