Can two broken hearts be healed?
Duke Michelson lost his husband and high school sweetheart, Emilio. He buries himself with work but nothing seems to heal his broken heart not until he meets Dashiell Mitchell.
Dashiell "Dash" Mitchell also has a b...
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I asked Duke to jump on my back and that was a mistake. My back was dripping wet and throbbing from the sunburn but hearing him laugh was enough to forget about the raw pain. He had fallen a few times before we even got to the elevator and it was the most adorable scene I've seen him in. He laughed and was having fun. I knew he was drunk but at least he wasn't in pain. He loved his husband. It's going to take patients for me to get to know him but he's different. He knows who I am and is not all over me like other guys I've dated in the past. I've had my adventures especially when I was a mess but never what I'm experiencing with Duke.
Now I regret every single moment. I destroyed my career and life. I hope Jackson can get me a team that wants me or else I'm going to have to do some begging. No team wants an ex-drunk. I had manslaughter on my record. Jackson told me it was wiped out but those types of records never fully disappear. If someone wants to dig deeper into my life they'll find out that piece that isn't true. I wasn't behind the wheel but I told the cops that. It was to protect my brother but damn cameras found out the truth.
"Ok handsome, you come down now," I unhooked his grip from my neck as he quickly peck my neck.
"You smell like cologne and chlorine," his words slurred as he chuckled and slowly got off making my raw skin hurt even more. "I'm going to put that ointment as soon as I get this door open," he got in front of me and swiped his card key nowhere near the door nob. I laughed and grabbed the key. "Hey I know what I'm doing," he tried to grab the key but I chuckled and lifted it in the air. "No fair, you're taller than me," he pouted his lips, that's when I leaned in and pecked him.
"So damn adorable when you're drunk."
His cheeks got a rosy tone. I slowly waved the key over his door as it unlocked. We were still dripping wet. I gently pushed inside and it was freezing especially with these wet clothes I had on. "Jesus, Duke. I like the cold and I'm used to it but damn it's an icebox in here." I decided to take off whatever was left of my muscle shirt. I closed the door and noticed he beelined to the thermostat. I threw away my muscle shirt in the trash by the entrance.
I walked towards his moderate-size room, it was a fourth of what my suite was but it seemed cozy just like Duke. I saw him turn up the thermostat when he swerved around and his eyes fell on my body. He quickly averted his eyes and that's when I walked closer to him. I grabbed his hand and lifted it onto my chest. He wanted to retract it but I held it close to my heart. "Duke, stop it. I'm just trying to help you understand that you're not the only one that is broken. Hear my heartbeat," I placed his hand on my chest.
His glossy blue eyes aligned with mine. "Dash, why are you doing this?" His words choked.
"Just hear my heart, it's broken just like yours. I'm broken but I'm trying my hardest to build what I destroyed. I destroyed my career. My mom is gone and there is no way I could bring her back. She's was my number one and it fucken hurts like hell just talking about her," I could feel the warm water filling my eyes and that's ok. I wanted him to see how broken I was, that he wasn't the only one bleeding raw tears.
