“It’s okay,” he repeated softly. “It’s all right. It’s history, right? You said you hadn’t done that since May. It’s all right.”
“It’s sick.”
Jayden kissed the bare neck. “It’s not sick,” he insisted quietly. “And you don’t do it anymore. That’s the important part. You’re getting better if you don’t do that anymore.”
Darren had withdrawn, and Jayden silently cursed himself for having given in to the curiosity. What else was a snag on his inner arm going to be? He’d known. Darren had told him about this.