Chapter 8

He handed the jacket to Angus and was rewarded with a small smile. Something in Ben bloomed, filling hischest with warmth. Ben watched Angus struggle with the oversized jacket and smiled when he pulled it closed in front of his chest. His eyes weren’t dry, but the tears had stopped. Angus was still pale, but the shivering had stopped, too. Ben wanted to take Angus into his arms again, but the moment seemed to have passed.

“Thanks.” Angus cocked his head and stared at Ben. “I should feel embarrassed about crying all over your shirt, but…I don’t.”

Ben’s face cracked into a smile. “Good. You shouldn’t. Everyone has their breaking points.”

Angus looked around the room. “Yeah,” he admitted.

Ben gestured for him to sit, but Angus shook his head.

“Seems like this might have been something a long time coming, huh?”

Angus swallowed hard. Ben watched in fascination as Angus’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and fought the urge to lean over and lick his neck.