Was it only a year ago he’d been so broken? So…lost? Memories he’d once thought impossible to forget had slipped from his consciousness like sand through his fingers, proving the mind and body’s incredible capacity to heal.
As well as love.
The classroom had filled with eager but nervous children all dressed in their brand-new outfits. He walked inside. “All right, everybody. Are we ready to start?”
He closed the door to his classroom.
***
At three thirty, he opened the front door of the school building and ran down the steps.
“Going my way?” a familiar voice called to him.
Sitting at the curb, straddling his bike, looking like every erotic dream he’d ever had, was Leo in his ripped jeans, tight black T-shirt, and mirrored Aviators. God. Morgan felt so weak from the ache of desire rushing through him, he could barely walk.
“I might be.” He strolled up and leaned against the Ducati. “What’s in it for me?”
“Anything you want.”
He leaned in to meet Leo halfway for a kiss. “You. Only you.”
