Chapter 38

Before him, Adam, his smile brilliant, nose sunburned and peeling, his beauty stole the breath from Ian’s lungs. Ian swept him into his arms, kissing his smile, marveling at how warm and real he appeared. Salt and sea intertwined with the taste of each other. Ian took Adam’s face in both hands and kissed him until nothing else mattered.

“You’re starting to give up,” dream Adam warned, pulling away. No longer smiling, his expression urgent, pensive. Adam’s hands covering his own, squeezed tight, Ian still cradling him close. “You can’t give up. Don’t you dare give up on me.”

“I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Adam refused to listen. “You’re strong. The strongest man I know. Stronger than him.”

“I can’t—Adam, please, I’m sorry but you have to let me go.”

“No,” Adam urged. “No, fight him. You fight with everything you have. Promise me, Ian. Do you hear me? Promise me.”

“Do you hear me, Ian? Ian?”