And Bradley can't look away, can't move or walk forward, even if he wants to. He wants to. He wants a lot of things and one of them is to keep Colin pocketed away. He wants Colin to be his and only his, his to look at and worship, his to fuck and kiss and get angry at and laugh with and cry with when shit happens. He wants all of that, the bad things, the good things, the things in between. Fights in the kitchen, make-up sex in the bathroom, angry sex, sitting on the living room sofa eating badly-cooked food, walls collapsing around them, tunnels caving in, blood-curdling lust and love and the warmth of Colin's hands at night tucked under the covers. He wants it. (c) sometime around midnight

щас как взрыдану.