Only half the man he used to be -- but maybe that’s enough The Taliban may have taken both Chris’s legs, but he came back from Afghanistan with his sense of humour and his lust for life firmly intact. The one thing that can shake his confidence is meeting Josh, the one-night stand from before his tour of duty he hasn’t been able to forget. It turns out Josh hasn’t forgotten Chris, either. He spent the time they were apart fearing the worst every time a soldier was reported killed in action -- and wishing Chris would use the number Josh gave him, and call. Josh’s delight on seeing Chris again quickly turns to shock on seeing his injuries. With Chris such a changed man, can they still have a future?

Permanently Legless

There’s no stairs in my place—because I’m buggered if I’m getting a bloody stair-lift like someone’s granny—so I can roll straight into the bedroom. I lift myself out of the chair and onto the bed, trying not to make it seem like a challenge.


Josh just stands there, looking at me. He takes a deep breath. “It’s different, isn’t it? Doing it in a bed. Seems more personal.” He hangs his head again, the curtain of soft brown hair falling. “I probably sound like a prat, don’t I?”


“No,” I tell him softly. “Come here.”


He climbs on the bed, then stops there on his knees and starts to unbutton his shirt. Last time we fucked, I never got to see what he looked like with his clothes off.


Chapter 7