George Villiers

Lee isn’t exactly proud of it, but the promise makes him melt. He’s never been taken care of, not in any real sense of the word. His mother treated him like a nuisance, like a weed she couldn’t prune. And his father, well— he made his mother look like a saint.

He’s always prided himself on being so independent, on taking care of himself and never needing anyone, but it’s such a lonely life.

And now there’s a gorgeous man who has only ever been nice to him promising to take care of him, if even for a night, and Lee wants so badly to believe it.

George’s finger sinks into him and Lee gasps, back arching as he nods. “Yeah, okay.”