Chapter 45

“Ian?” Adam sounding hesitant as he took a few cautious steps away from the wall toward him.

Ian could hear the fear and uncertainty thrumming under the surface of Adam’s skin. It only made him want him more. His every emotion overwhelmed Ian, how raw he was, so vivid and real, alive. Alive in ways that he had never been, and he hated himself. He hated Adam, too, for making him want something other than the icy numbness he preferred, especially when it ached like this like nothing had since Rhys had left him. Ian whirled on him, catching Adam off guard and forcing him to step back.

“Don’t make a big deal out of this.”

“Make a big deal?” Adam’s eyes were wide, mouth open in near comical confusion. “What the hell was that?”

Ian tried to rein back his temper, hands squeezed into tight fists, his knuckles aching. He unclenched them, forcing his arms to his side, straightened, hoping he sounded calm.

“A mistake. I shouldn’t have, and you shouldn’t have let me either.”