Chapter 19

Tom Alan’s lips parted in a half smile. He picked up a pen from the nightstand and wrote on his hand, “Me, too,” and held it up to Milo.

“Dammit. I forgot me contacts,” Milo exaggerated his accent. “What’s it say, luv?” He squinted with a grin and moved to the bed. “Shove up so I can see.”

“What?”

“Over, mate. Shove over, bloody Yank.” He was still grinning.

“I’m kinda gross.”

“I’ll kinda risk it.”

Tom Alan scooted over to clear one side of the full-size bed, so Milo could quickly fill it up again. He sniffed. “You’re a rose.”

Tom Alan snorted a laugh. “Good to know.” He tried to be light but still felt tense.

“Relax.” Milo took deep breaths until Tom Alan joined in. “One more. Good. Now, talk to me.”

Their arms and legs were touching. Tom Alan shifted so they wouldn’t. “I can’t.”

“Somebody hurt you,” Milo said.

Tom Alan squeezed his eyes shut.