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116 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 10, 2019

“You look so fucking moony right now,” Seong-Ja murmured.
“I can’t help; it,” Malcolm said, smiling faintly. “He just does that to me.”
“You’re embarrassing me in front of your hot Daddy boyfriend.”
“My what?” he spluttered, while Malcolm just grinned"
“She’s just threatening my life if I ever break your heart.”
Seong-Jae blinked—then looked away, setting his jaw. “Hnngh.”
“Jaaaeeeee,” Seong-Ja lilted. “What.”
“You’re blushing.” Seong-Jae bared his teeth. “I will drop you at the closest animal shelter, you little rat.”
“You’re learning Korean?” “A little bit at a time.” “Good. You just earned sister points.”
"No matter what came… Seong-Jae made every day better, and one day, some way… Malcolm would hope to call Seong-Jae his not just for now, but for always."
“You’re everything. You overwhelm me and I don’t want to lose myself but I need to drown in you and you make me feel like I could sink forever and never come up for air.”
Malcolm always seemed to know just what Seong-Jae needed, when what it came down to quite simply was that all Seong-Jae needed was Malcolm.


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He had once pulled himself from the dark and fought his way out of the gloom. He could do it again. He could, and Malcolm’s nod seemed to agree. Seong-Jae nodded back, slipping his hands into his coat pockets. In one he found his last pack of cigarettes, and curled the box in his fingers and crushed until he felt the sticks inside snap and crumple in the packaging.
Then he stepped through the doorway, and into the light.
❝Seong-Jae. In uniform. At a crosswalk.❞
❝I don’t know how he didn’t spontaneously combust at the indignity.❞
❝I’m not quitting,❞ Malcolm answered softly. ❝Not when you give me every reason to stay. As long as you stay…I stay. As long as you can handle it, so can I.❞


Malcolm always seemed to know just what Seong-Jae needed, when what it came down to quite simply was that all Seong-Jae needed was Malcolm.
Seong-Jae bared his teeth. “I will drop you at the closest animal shelter, you little rat.”
“Hey. Mal. Pro tip.” With a wink, Seong-Ja tumbled out of her chair and glued herself to her brother’s side, hugging his arm. “Insults are how you know he loves you.”

"Stars....and Malcolm, looming over him, this dark beast vibrating with an intensity Seong-Jae had never seen in the old wolf before, did not understand, but craved so much that he kissed it from his lips, searching deeper and deeper, drugging himself on Malcolm."
His wolf.
His lover.
His addiction.
“Stars…and Malcolm, looming over him, this dark beast vibrating with an intensity Seong-Jae had never seen in the old wolf before, did not understand, but craved so much that he kissed it from his lips, searching deeper and deeper, drugging himself on Malcolm. His wolf. His lover. His addiction, and when Malcolm lifted him up just right, dug his fingers into his ass, spread him open, dragged him down onto the throbbing spurt of that swelling, painfully thick shaft…
Seong-Jae became liquid, dissolving. This was his high. This was his fix. This was his craving, and if he ever had to quit Malcolm…
He would not survive the withdrawals, when he did not know if he could live without his old wolf ever again.”
“Who we are, what we love, what we intend, what we feel…” The old wolf shook his head. “Sometimes we can’t find that in English, but it’s our common meeting ground. Yet we were shaped by other tongues, and move to the cadence of other music.” His gaze dropped to Seong-Jae’s lips. “So I want to know what music moves you to speak.”
“Seong-Jae could not quantify what it was, and for just a moment he slipped into soft Korean, whispered, pulled up from the deepest places inside him. “You’re everything. You overwhelm me and I don’t want to lose myself but I need to drown in you and you make me feel like I could sink forever and never come up for air.” He let it out in a rush, not stopping even once until his chest went tight with the need to breathe and he stopped with his pulse wild, watching Malcolm intently. “Did you understand that?”
“Some of it.” Malcolm drew in closer, gaze sharpening. “Enough of it.”