Chapter 40

With his heart in his throat and his pulse pounding in his ears, Ellis inched closer. He wanted to hold Bryn. If he could hold Bryn, he could show Bryn that it’d be okay. That everything was okay. Bryn shook, tense as steel cables. Slowly, Ellis lowered his head and brushed his lips over Bryn’s shoulder. “It’s all you,” Ellis murmured, not even sure of his words, only their intent. “Your pace, your choice, all you.” Bryn’s pulse was jumping against the line of his throat, and oh God above, Ellis wanted to kiss that sweet spot. He wanted to lick a line to Bryn’s ear and trace the shell. “And it’ll matter,” Ellis whispered. “Because that’s the way we both do things.”