Chapter 43

In the absence of fur, Darren pulled away a little, though at least he didn’t separate from Aden completely. Aden rolled onto his back, catching Darren’s arm, and gently eased his sore shoulder against the mattress.

“I’m alive. Thanks to you.”

“Trust me when I say that you’re welcome.” Darren pressed a kiss to Aden’s shoulder. “But I meant with the pain. Do you want me to get you anything?”

“No.” Which was a partial lie because drugs sounded like heaven right then. But that would mean Darren getting out of bed, and Aden didn’t want to lose his heat. Now or ever. “I meant that, you know. Things would have gone very differently last night if you hadn’t shown up.”

“Yeah…I know. I really hoped you wouldn’t ever know I was there.”

Shame washed through Aden. He stared up at the ceiling, unable to meet Darren’s soft brown eyes. “I wish you hadn’t seen it. It wasn’t exactly my shining hour.”