That day on the road, Richard eased an arm around CJ’s shoulders and hugged him close. It was awkward in the car but they managed, Richard steering with one hand while CJ rested his head on his lover’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said again.
“Don’t be,” Richard told him. For a quick second his grip tightened in a strong embrace. CJ imagined himself folding into Richard’s side like a shirt into a drawer and he couldn’t think of anything he’d love better than to simply disappear completely into his guy. “It wasn’t your fault, hon. I know that.”