Extreme Curves (Dangerous Curves 7)
As always when he thought about Ace, Spider’s heart juddered to a halt in his chest, then started up again, jerky and too-fast. Because no matter how hard or how long or how much he hated that man, he also loved him, and missed him, desperately. Like he’d miss the sun if he never saw it again, or if the wind just stopped blowing one day. Not being with Ace felt totally wrong to Spider; it was an unnatural state of being for them to be separate. It was one of those things that time just didn’t help or heal, not in the slightest. After all, how would losing the warmth of the sun, or the caress of the wind, ever become something natural or normal or remotely-OK, even with the passing of time?
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