Chapter 15

“Look,” Blaze reached up and began to fiddle at adjusting Arik’s shirt: collar, shoulders, smoothing fabric and fall. “I don’t know what’s going on any more than you do. I am not responsible for what you’ve seen, and I can’t tell you what to do about it. What I do know, is what I’ve already told you—I’m here for you. Of course, if you want to tell me to fuck the hell off and get out of your life, I can’t stop you. I won’t stop you. So you tell me. With the limited information that we have about each other, with this…” Blaze paused, drew his hand up Arik’s chest, and rested all five fingertips on the side of Arik’s neck.

Instantly a charge lifted the fine hairs on Arik’s skin into goose bumps. His eyelids fell. Everything from hips to lips wanted to surge closer to Blaze’s body.

“…this attraction,” Blaze continued. “Tell me how I can help you. What do you need? Should I just stumble along like a puppy and wave my tail when you look over?”