“Not everything is black and white.” Cole softened his voice, hoping it would have a calming effect on Brady. He had enjoyed the coziness a lot. He wanted that back. “We’re both different men than we were, but there’s a lot that’s the same too.” He tried to smile. “I can forget you have a pulse if you can forget I don’t.”
His heart twisted when Brady said, “I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Can you try?” He let go to skim his fingertips over the bruise on Brady’s temple. “You already admitted you don’t want me to go. That’s half the battle, isn’t it?”