Not yet. He needed to know where they stood, what was going to happen next.
“Geo,” he murmured. Then in a stronger voice, more sure of himself, “Geoff. Please.”
Geo huffed, exasperated. “Let me guess. You have to go.” Turning around, he sat on the bed beside Larry, then threw himself back amid the rumpled sheets, arms above his head. The posture stretched him out in a lovely display; damn him, but he knew exactly what he did to Larry. “Ever since you got here, you’ve been trying to leave. You tell me you love me—”
“I do.” Larry propped himself up with one arm and gazed down at Geo’s beautiful body spread out beside him. He had to fight against the urge to run his hand over Geo’s ribs because he was afraid if he touched his friend, he wouldn’t have the strength to pull away again. “God, you just don’t know.”