Chapter 58: Starving.

Chapter 58: Starving.

THE MOMENT HAD come. Nigel gathered himself. He could do this. Just say goodbye to the silly cobber.

“Yeah, good-on-ya, mate.” Nigel nodded, his voice flat, devoid of conviction. “It’s probably right for you to go home.”

Nigel wasn’t sure why he said probably. Nigel should have said Go home with absolute conviction, with finality.

“I don’t want to go home,” Pete said with an exasperated grumble, a flash of his old stubbornness. “I knew you would think I wanted to leave. But I’m not leaving until I can pin you.”

Nigel felt the literal weight on his shoulders ease, a physical release of tension. The bloke was staying. He would have the chap in his bed again tonight. That befuddled feeling, that confusing mix of relief and something warmer, returned to make him sweat, a nervous sheen on his skin.

Yeah, all of him was confused, especially his dong.