Chapter 22

“That bad, huh?”

“Yes,” Sam mumbled, his voice muffled by the cushion.

Levi made a sympathetic noise and rubbed his back for a moment. “I’ll get Dom.”

Sam knew the moment his best friend and anchor entered the room. They were so tuned into each other—they had to be in order to do their job effectively—that Sam didn’t even question it. He rolled onto his back and opened his arms. Dom lay down on top of him and hugged him tightly for a long moment. Then he sat up, pulled Sam with him, and sat close enough for Sam to lean on.

“Tell me.”

“We kissed.”

Stunned silence. “No freaking way.”

Sam let out a mirthless laugh. “Yep. And it was everything. Everything. And then he pushed me away.” Sam rubbed at his chest, feeling the ache all over again.

Levi muttered, “Shit.”

Sam didn’t care Levi was still in the room. Dom would tell Levi everything anyway, and he counted Levi among his closest friends.