Chapter 66

“Tell me,” Tam said softly, “what sexual experience did you have before you took up with Mal?”

“None,” Quinn said. “But I wanted him.”

Tam took Quinn’s face in his hands. “You were a virgin and innocent, just as he took advantage of my drunkenness that night under the pier.”

There was no point in arguing how defenseless—or not—he himself had been, Quinn thought. He understood that Tam was constructing a narrative and was eager to help him do it, just as he offered up his face hungrily to be kissed and guided Tam’s hands to his swelling pecs, not to mention his burgeoning cock.

“Not yet,” Tam murmured as frustrated as Quinn.

“Why ever not?” Quinn said. “Look, if you’re here out of guilt rather than love, then please, go. I don’t need the baggage.”

“It’s because I love you that I want to wait till you’re stronger, healed. I don’t want to take advantage.”