Then, add in that the chilliness of the proper doctor persona was kinda sexy, too, and he was thinking about the man in his crisp houndstooth blazer, loafers, and glasses.
Shit.
It was getting warm in the barn.
Gamble knew he had it bad when some scratchy material that old men favored was getting him hot and bothered.
Maybe he was insane.
That could be it, but he was suspecting it was definitely something more.
He wanted the man.
Plain.
And.
Simple.
The chilly space between them was doing nothing to calm down his libido.
A few times, he woke in the middle of the night, and went downstairs to sit in the man’s living room—mostly to calm down.
On a few occasions, Poe would walk right past him, not even seeing him, and Gamble would follow him.
And watch him.
Why?
Truth be told, he was worried about him. Gamble had this overwhelming need to make sure he was okay at all times of the day.
Morning.
Noon.
Night.
Yep, and now, he had a whole other set of issues to deal with on top of the clock running out.
Apparently, Gamble was now hyper-protective of Doctor Poe Seville. He was always tracking him, just to make sure he was safe.
His‘person’was now his obsession.
When the man called him Mr. Holloway, to keep it less personal, Gamble had bad news for him.
It didn’t make him want to not be with him.
Instead, it turned him on more.
There was nothing sexier than the man in his glasses and tweed jacket—except when he wore the houndstooth one. It was wildly inappropriate of Gamble to be ogling him, but when Poe would wear his shirt open at his throat, Gamble would fantasize about so many things.
Like getting him out of it.
He was obsessed.
Maybe it was good he was leaving.
He was getting callouses on his palms from jacking off every night as he thought about him. The libido that Storm decimated, Poe brought back to life.
