““Ryan grimaced, angry with himself. Jamie, Jamie, Jamie. Could he spend two bloody minutes without thinking about Jamie? He had never noticed how much time he spent thinking about him until he consciously tried to stop. The problem was, when he actually managed to stop the intrusive thoughts, he found himself short-tempered, distracted, and feeling generally shitty. It was probably unhealthy as hell, but that was how it was. “Ryan?””
