Chapter 45

“Ow!” Yazid yelped, then those dark eyes met Ali’s, and his face softened. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Ali whispered.

“You coming in?” Yazid asked.

Ali glanced down at the flowers in his hands. “Thank you.”

Yazid shrugged.

“I…” Ali started, then—to his horror—felt the lump rising again. “I…”

“Hey,” Yazid murmured, dislodging the cat and slipping out of bed. He shut the laptop, the sound cutting off abruptly.

Ali took a shaky breath and put the flowers aside to meet him halfway, clutching at the sleep-warm flush of his skin like it was raw, tangible comfort.

“I’m sorry,” he said, resting his lips against the top of Yazid’s shoulder.

“S’okay.”