Chapter 32

Quinn had noticed the bottles and the smell of old booze hanging around the house. It was a bit less now, but he hated the idea of Aaron self-medicating with alcohol. The scent of weed was present, and he could make an educated guess where it had come from.

“Look, we’re different people now. The chemistry is still there. I don’t want—no, actually, I do want to fuck you, but that’s not why I’m here right now.”

“Go take a shower. I just put fresh sheets in.”

While Quinn got undressed to his underwear, Aaron handled the prosthetic, taking it off and putting it where he could easily reach it when needed.

“Use my towel, I’m not sure if I have extras.”

“Okay.”

The whole time Quinn spent in the shower, his brain and dick had a battle going on. On one hand, he wanted to just sleep next to someone safe. He needed that person to be Aaron for reasons he didn’t want to think about.