Chapter 59

On near reflex, his hand shot out and caught Adam by the forearm and jerked him backward. Adam tried to pull away, but Ian’s grip tightened, hard enough to hurt as he crowded closer to him. Impasse reached, each waited for the other to make a move. At long last, Adam sighed, breaking the stillness.

“Tell me not to go,” Adam pleaded, far too young for the lifetime of pain in his eyes. “All you have to do is ask, and I’ll stay.”

Ian held him tighter. Close enough to see the cluster of freckles spread over the bridge of his nose. The tiny beads of sweat gathered over his full upper lip. One bottom tooth’s crooked angle, standing out from a row of near symmetrical whiteness, for once, Ian wanting to observe and claim those minute details, wanting him in every conceivable way. His entire body burning turned inside and out, yet how to tell him what he meant to him. Not only something but everything