Oh, and it had been.
This man knew his way around his body, and he’d made him cum so many times, it should have been illegal.D’Artangnan was masterful in bed, and he was the reason no other sexual experience mattered past him.
He’d been theONE.
TheONLY.
Sadly for Graham, he was trapped in that dream, or better yet, that nightmare. Whoever was making him relive this memory, he couldn’t break free and wake up from it. This was the last thing he wanted to relive.
This moment.
Graham played along.
It wasn’t intentional, since he couldn’t control it, but the words came out of his mouth, and they were the same ones he’d said seven and a half years before.
“Well, I don’t like when I wake up alone. You should probably fix that and stay in bed with me, D.”
The Marine grinned, and took control.
Instead of arguing that, he took his mouth in a kiss, and the whole time, Graham’s heart broke.
This was the last time they’d made love.
This was the last time they’d been together before it went horribly awry.
This was it.
The beginning of the end.
In a few hours, he was going to leave, and he wouldn’t see him again for a long time.
For years.
The kiss was nuclear, and it felt so real that Graham fell into it with all of his being. D’Artangnan’s mouth against his felt like heaven.
That’s how he knew he was dead.
This had to be purgatory, and he was trapped in it until the powers that be judged him and sent him right to the hottest level of hell for being a horrible person.
When D’Artangnan broke the kiss, he stared into Graham’s eyes.
“Well, I’m here now. Want to roll around and have some fun with your man?” he asked, pulling the sheet down his body to reveal his morning wood, and his muscle-corded bare thigh.
When he saw the tattoo, D’Artangnan ran his finger over the scrolling print of that capital D, and it sent chills across Graham’s body.
God.
Graham wanted to change the outcome of this so that he never lost this man. He’d never realized what he’d had until it was gone, and now, he wished there was some way that he could undo that moment in their past, so they could have a future.
THIS.
FUTURE.
As he stared up at D’Artangnan, he looked into his eyes and in them, Graham saw pure unadulterated love. No one had ever loved him like this man had.
And he knew that to his soul.
“You know that I’m never saying no to that, Lad. I love being in bed with you. I was made for you.”
