Chapter 32

“Hey,” Carson said softly. “I want to see you.”

“I know. I just…It’s been a long time for me.”

“You’re shy?”

“Not shy, so much as I don’t want to send you running again.”

“Hey, I thought I already told you I was being an idiot. It didn’t have anything to do with you.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive. Please?”

Edwin turned around to see that Carson had pushed himself up on his elbows. Something about the slope of his shoulders, the casual way he draped himself on the bed, sent a strong rush of desire through Edwin. He wished he could carry himself with that sort of easy grace, that sort of casual indifference. But he couldn’t. He was too intimately aware of every single physical flaw. Every bit of flab. Every scar. Every hair that was already gray. He didn’t think of himself as a vain man, but he still spent far too much time every morning in front of the mirror.