Chapter 30

“I believe you,” said Sandro simply. “So many gay men make promises that they never keep. I know you are not like that.”

“No, I’m not. I never make promises I don’t keep. The thought of not being with you again—well, it’s something I could never face.”

“Me either. God, I wish you were here with me. I wish I could hold you, embrace you, smother you with kisses, feel the warmth of your skin against mine. You have only been gone a week and the ache in my heart hasn’t gone away.”

“I feel that way, too,” said Dominic, beginning to tear up. “Don’t ever leave me, Sandro. Please don’t ever leave me.” He was beginning to cry, trying to wipe the tears from his eyes and hide them. “I would never be able to handle losing you.”

It was big, strong Sandro’s turn to wipe a tear from his eye. “Never,” he said. “Never ever in a million years.”

“We will be together again soon,” promised Dominic. “And someday, forever.”

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