Wrath: An Enemies to Lovers MM Sports Romance Standalone

He hugs me, taking me by surprise. “Thank you, Miller.”
“For what?” I laugh.
His hand strokes back through my hair. “For being you.”

"It's a fucked up story, Miller. But it looks like we're together at the end."

“So you’ve been here watching me sleep?” I grin up at him.
He grins back, looking slightly abashed. "Is that stalkery?"
"Can't stalk someone who's obsessed with you.”

I never stopped loving you, Ezra. Ever. All I did since you left was want you.”

"I’m a dumbass.” All his words are choked groans.
"Hey, now. Don’t talk about my favorite person like that."
"I'm your favorite person?" It sounds half sobbed.
"Yeah you are, angel."

Soon, I’ll have to read the letters I found in my bedroom.
Soon, I have to go and get the phone and turn it on and see what’s in it.
Soon, I’ll know if none of this is real.
I still don’t want to.

The first day of October, I think I remembered you.

I want him like a drug. I want him like nothing I've wanted before. In a way I didn't even know people could want things. I feel like I've lost a body part. That feeling in my chest—the painful, something's-breaking one—is with me almost all the time.

Modern medicine can’t fix everything. But you can, Miller. When I was with you, I barely even feel bad, except nightmares.

"Miller," he murmurs, sounding half asleep.
"Yeah, Ez?"
"Don't let go."
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"Yeah angel. Promise forever,"