Extraits

Two days. Just two days. But it felt like more. It felt like he'd met Noah a million years ago and they'd been separated all this time. And now, he was back. Back where he belonged. With Adam.

Noah had never experienced that kind combustible chemistry. Adam was a match and Noah was gasoline-soaked paper, and that was a volatile combination that could easily blow up in his face.

“I know you’re mine. I know it. Deep down, in that part of my brain that doesn’t care what is right or how society dictates how people choose a mate. I chose you. I want you. Just you. My brain has picked you, and now, I can’t undo it. You’re trapped. With me. For life.”