The hottest guy in our hometown just returned, and the military did him good. Back in the day, he was the finest thing on two legs, and honestly, not much has changed. He’s haunted by his time in the service, and I find myself wanting to soothe him, to save him more than I should. When he starts to pull away to protect me from the shadows that hang around his pain, I press in harder. I’m not sure if I’m here to save him or if he’s here to free me, but I’m fighting for a hidden long-time love. And I’m not letting up until he’s mine.