Chapter 81

“There’s nothing there anymore, from the creep,” Tom Alan said, almost apologetically. “My chichiasked me, when he saw them that time, if I wanted to have them taken care of. I said no. For a while…a long time, I kept saying no. One day, I said yes. We consulted a surgeon. They were gone in a matter of months. Of course, my first question was about skating. Would the healing interfere with that? We did it mostly during the off-season. I should have been happy, right, once it was all done?”

“You weren’t?” Milo turned into him then. He pressed himself against Tom Alan and let his hands trail over every bit of the long, nude body from shoulders to groin.