Chapter 10

“I must go.” One step…and he found the way to the door obstructed, the other man in his path. The blueshade of Ethan’s shirt danced before Rich’s eyes, making him think of a crisp autumnal sky, an image reminiscent of the bitter weather outside. Frosty. Like his mother. Like his life.

Ethan gave off welcoming warmth into which he longed to fall. If he could only have one moment, a minute to rest his head on Ethan’s shoulder. To feel the man’s hands going first around his waist, one arm cradling his back, holding him. Rich’s eyelids lowered as he imagined closing his eyes and sinking into an embrace. He swayed, eyes jolting open, forcing himself to snap out of it.

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. You’re being ridiculous. If I wanted you, and I don’t, we can’t.”