Onley James

Death seemed preferable to loneliness. And Noah couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t lonely. Had he ever felt like somebody cared?

I like your freckles. They were the first thing I noticed about you.”
Noah smiled ruefully. “And here I thought it would be the gun in my hand.”

Adam snagged Noah’s hand. “You have freckles on your fingers, too,” he mused.
“You’re obsessed with freckles,” Noah teased.
Adam flicked pale blue eyes upwards, snagging Noah’s gaze. “No. Just yours.”
If he didn’t stop saying things like that, Noah was going to do something stupid like fall in love with a murderer.