Thomas's Muse

Regrets pepper my life.

Years ago, an artist touched my soul, and like an idiot, I walked away. Now I'm drowning in my colorless nine-to-five job, and I can't stop thinking about the hot guy with the brilliant hands who could have given me a life worth living. Then I met Thomas Quidell. Again. Tom awakens needs I thought long dead. I hunger for his art-and his touch. This could be our second chance. But he's younger than me, and just started in my company's Art Department. And I live with a...