But what his heart told him…
Oh…
He.
Was.
Fucked.
There was no doubt about that there. Michael was about ready to take a leap of faith. If this man dropped him again, he’d never recover.
Ever.
Graham kept talking, since he didn’t want to focus on the fact that D’Artangnan Graves, the only love of his whole life, was calmly pressed to his body.
He was scared to freaking death that he’d destroy this again.
“We tried to research what was going on in this castle, but right before Gabby and Tony finished here, some bones floated to the surface of the lake. It’s been chaotic to say the least. Tony, and I’ll assume you know who he is, since this can’t be a coincidence that you’re here, believes they’re old. We’re torn between Ciarán being dumped there by Duncan, or it’s a mystery fourth ghost.”
He was honest.
“I know who Tony is. I’m very familiar with Doctor Magnus and the Blackhawks.”
Oh, this was all insane, and Graham knew it. He’d been searching for this man for so long, and then he just walked into his world again, like the universe had planned it that way.
“I assumed this wasn’t a coincidence.”
Oh, it wasn’t.
The sound of Graham’s voice brought him back.
It was whiskey warm and tinged with that incredibly cathartic and sexy Scottish accent that he’d loved back then.
And apparently now.
Because his erection was a pretty good indicator that despite the time between them that had passed, all those feelings were still there.
“Well, that’s where the investigation let off. All I know is that Callen and Chris are in some trouble, Lad. This place is a mess. Today, a wall is coming down, and once that happens…”
Michael said nothing, wanting him to keep talking.
“It stirs shit up. Before taking this job, I didn’t think spirits could haunt like this. Apparently, I was very wrong. They can, and do.”
Oh, he knew what it was like to be haunted, but this was a whole other situation.
Michael was being haunted by his needs, desires, and memories.
Graham was rambling, and he knew it, but he was incredibly nervous. He knew that in a few minutes, D’Artangnan would be warmed up, and he’d never touch him again.
This was it.
This was his last moments with him before he found out about his past.
His loves.
His family.
And if he’d moved on.
