Chapter 67

But no, Calvin stood there, looking pale, with dark circles under his blue eyes. “Come in,” he whispered.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Matt tried not to let the burst of hope overwhelm him. Calvin might still want nothing to do with him. He stepped inside, and Calvin closed the door.

Calvin walked toward the living room and he followed after him. He knew he was very close to begging Calvin to forgive him and, in fact, he was not above it. Not at all.

His lover sat on the sofa and before he could protest, Matt sat next to him, almost on top of him really. He took Calvin’s hands in his and was a little too euphoric when Calvin didn’t pull away.

“I know I hurt you,” Matt whispered. “I’m sorry. I should have told you about that stupid bet. I just…it never meant anything to me. It’s always been about you for me. None of the rest of that mattered.”

Calvin didn’t say anything, just stared at Matt, a deep sorrow in his eyes. It tore at his heart.