Chapter 23

Their mouths clung, warm and reassuring until John forced himself to pull back, not much. Just a breath between him and his impossible dreams. Despite his internal commands, the rest of his body refused to release his fierce grip on the handsome doctor. There would be bruises on Nick’s fair skin tomorrow. If there even was a tomorrow.

“I guess this means you’re happy to see me.”

Nick smiled at John. A gentle, hesitant expression barely visible in the small halo of light from the abandoned flashlight. Anger. Jagged and inexplicable anger surged through John at that smile. His hands slid over Nick’s biceps and he gave him a brutal shake.

“What are you doing here? Are you crazy?” John demanded. His mind tortured by images of everything that could have happened to Nick. Everything that could still happen. His fingers tightened their bruising grip. “God.”