Chapter 17

Leander was pressed up against his back. Eryx turned and shoved him.

“Sorry,” mumbled Leander, rolling away. “Didn’t mean to.”

Eryx heard his breathing slow almost immediately, and he put his back to Leander, trying to calm his heart, his breath, back to where they had been. He hadn’t been close to anyone in a long time, hadn’t been touched by anyone in what seemed like longer. He didn’t count the last time he’d visited family, not when the hugs, the palms on the shoulder, had been loaded with expectations.

Half asleep, he wondered how interested Leander really was, or whether his pressing now and again was part of the act to free himself. Eryx wasn’t sure how much the man cared.

He drifted off to sleep again, woke on his back, shoulder touching Leander’s, him also on his back. Eryx could see nothing in the dark, but he felt Leander roll away from him, up onto his side.