Justin brushed a hand across his face. “What? Do I have dirt? Or dog spit?”
“No.,” Thom could feel his head shaking back and forth even though he was telling himself not to be so damn emphatic. “You’re gorgeous.”
As Justin’s smile grew, the weight of what he’d just said dropped on Thom like a brick to the top of the head. “I…”
The ground started to soften under his feet. The sweat that had been pricking to life on his body began to pour. He parted his lips to excuse himself, to correct the comment, to explain, and all he could summon was a huff. He spun on his heel, suddenly powerful enough that Dog following him wasn’t optional. He didn’t stop until he’d shut the door behind him, and he didn’t look back. He walked through the house, snugging down blinds and tightening drapes that were already closed, dying a thousand deaths anytime he thought about what he’d said.
You’re gorgeous