That’s when something caught his attention.
It appeared that Graham wasn’t alone in the apartment. When he heard him whistling emanating from the other room, he knew that he most definitely wasn’t free from the memories and pain.
Not.
Even.
Close.
Here came more torment.
When the door to their shared bedroom opened, in came the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen in his whole life. D’artangnan Graves stole his breath now, just like he always did then.
He had the deepest blue eyes, and the blackest hair. He wore it in that familiar Marine fade that all the men on base had who were American.
The dimple in his chin charmed him, despite it also breaking him too.
He was in his American fatigues, and it was clear he was coming in from duty.
As he did, Graham was helpless to let this torture play out in front of him.
“Hey, babe,” D’Artangnan said, grinning at him. “I missed you,” he admitted.
God.
He knew that feeling.
In that moment, Graham hoped this wasn’t Hell because this had the makings of it.
Graham hoped he wasn’t going to be forced to relive the happy moments with D’Artangnan over and over again for eternity.
That was torture.
And to start with this one…
Yeah, he remembered this moment.
It was one of the last ones they’d shared before he told him if he walked out of his life, he could never come back, and it was over.
It was the morning of January twenty-eighth.
Oh, God.
What did he do to deserve this?
Why did the universe hate him so much that he’d be forced to relive this?
This was his last moment of happiness in seven and a half years.
When D’artangnan jumped onto the bed, he grinned wickedly at the man.
“Still in bed?” he asked. “I would have made you coffee had I known.”
Graham said nothing as the memory played out in front of him, and he was trapped in it.
D’Artangnan continued.
“I had to stop in with my CO briefly this morning, and sign some things,” he stated. “I thought for sure you’d be up and making me breakfast after last night’s performance. I do believe you called it Earth moving.”
