Chapter 83

Milo laughed. He dropped to his knees on the slate. He didn’t go for a sexual move, as Tom Alan expected, maybe hoped; he just put his face in that area instead. Milo pressed his chin, nose, and forehead about where Tom Alan had recently scratched himself; he rubbed his cheek over, inhaled and exhaled against, and touched his lips to and over everything else down there. “Mmm. I’m glad I know.”

“I have to marry Kiki.”

Milo stopped what he was doing. He looked up. “Come again, mate.”

“How do you feel about being the other man?”

“You’re not serious.”

“I’m afraid I am.”

Milo let his head fall against Tom Alan’s quad. His hair tickled. Tom Alan giggled just a bit. “I thought…” Milo bit his lip and then huffed. “By virtue of the fact we’re here, that you’re here, that all that bollocks had been settled.”

“Bollocks is—”

Milo stood. “Bullshit. All that is bullshit!”

“You’re mad.”