Chapter 10

Grant sighed, then approached him. He traced the bottom of the bruise forming on Merrick’s cheek.

Merrick closed his eyes, focusing on the contact that caused his heart to race. Grant’s fingers were cold, but the touch felt so familiar.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. It was just a bad night.”

Grant lowered his hand. “You didn’t get the painting?”

“No.” Amongst the blue buttons on Grant’s shirt, a silver one lined up with Grant’s heart. Merrick rubbed his thumb over the excessive thread that had to be Grant’s doing. The button held Merrick’s interest, but what would happen if he slid his hand over, across a nipple? Would Grant welcome his touch?

Grant let out a deep breath. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“This?” He pressed his hand flat against Grant’s chest.

“No.” Grant’s cheeks reddened. “I mean…yes, but…” He bit his bottom lip.

“I bought you something…” Merrick pulled the present from his pocket, then handed it to Grant. “…to apologize.”