A collection of small poems and verses dealing with the pain of heartbreak and the slow process of healing.
Sunday, September 23, 2018
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
When an unplanned and unwanted remodel of his apartment leaves Detective Dylan Vancarr homeless, the natural thing for him to do is turn up on the doorstep of his best friend and partner, Tyler Wilky.
An arrangement meant to last only for a night quickly turns into a surprisingly comfortable new life for the both of them.
While living with Tyler and realizing just how easily their lives mesh, Dylan quickly begins to realize that he may have found a partner for more than just the job.
He may have found a partner in love.
“Hey, Ty?” Dylan practically whispers.
“Yeah?” Tyler hums back.
“Things’ll be better tomorrow, right?” Dylan doesn’t want to admit to the way his voice breaks on the question, doesn’t want to admit that sometimes the job gets to him like this.
To his credit Tyler doesn’t say anything, doesn’t call Dylan on his moment of weakness and need. Instead he wraps his arm a bit tighter around Dylan’s shoulder, pulls him in closer and moves his face so that he can whisper in his ear.
“Yeah, princess.” Tyler’s breath is warm against his skin. “They’ll be better tomorrow. I’ll make sure of it.”
The funny thing is that Dylan’s pretty sure that Tyler can do it, and that tomorrow will be better because it won’t dare defy Tyler’s truly epic stubbornness.
Dylan drifts off into a hazy state of almost sleep, comforted by Tyler’s familiar presence and the rhythmic puffing of warm breath on the side of his neck.
It’s comfortable and comforting being so close to Tyler. It feels more like home than anything Dylan’s felt in years.