Page 50 of Catching Flynn

Melvin hit the floor flat and didn’t get back up.

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then Flynn looked at Zavier again.

Flynn’s whole body vibrated with leftover shock, but beneath that was something simpler.

Need.

He crossed the space between them. His legs nearly failed him halfway there, but then Zavier was in front of him and Flynn threw himself into his mate’s muscly arms.

Launched, honestly.

It was not Flynn’s most graceful moment. He almost kneed Zavier in the thigh on the way in. Romance remained alive despite his knee nearly ruining it.

Zavier caught him anyway, one strong arm circling his back, the other bracing him tight. Heat closed around Flynn at once. Familiar. Safe. Real.

The smell of his mate cut through everything else.

For one breath, Flynn just held on. He pressed his face into Zavier’s shoulder and let himself shake. Flynn was done pretending he could keep all of it locked up and still function like a normal person.

Quietly, Zavier said, “I’ve got you, kitten.”

That nearly undid Flynn. “Yeah. You really, really do.”

THE END