Chapter 19

“You need to be loved, Marcus. You can’t do it yourself and

he’snot doing it—”

“So what, you’re applying for the job?”

My voice is harsh to my own ears, but when Luke nuzzles into my

hair and sighs my name, I choke as I ask, “What’s it to you

anyway?”

I don’t really expect a reply. He’s just

passing through, looking for a quick fuck and he happened to get

lucky enough to stumble onto someone looking for more, someone like

me. But he kisses my neck, my jaw, and then he says, “No one’s ever

told me I had pretty eyes before.” I laugh—God, did I say that?

This morning, at the sink, I should’ve never said that. “Of all the

boys I’ve known,” Luke continues in that same low voice, “you’re

the only one who looks at me like you’d give up everything for me.

That’s a hard look to deny.”

Like you’d give up everything…and

that’s exactly what I have to lose.

* * * *

Luke is right, we don’t have to tell Kent. He

doesn’t have to know about the whole tub thing, best not to mention