Chapitre 42: Chapter 42

“Blaze?”

Blaze shook his head. “Not in the way you think.”

Arik rested a hand on Blaze’s back, and Blaze wanted to tear off the shirt he’d just put on so that he could feel the spark between skin-on-skin.

“What I meant was that you haven’t bled the entire time we’ve been together until you said, ‘Arik, no’ when I told you that I’m falling for you.”

Knees weak, Blaze sank onto a convenient sofa. “And?”

“And…” Arik knelt in front of Blaze. “I think you know what it means.”

Arik was wrong. Blaze didn’t have a clue. Or, if he did, it was buried beneath too many years and too many deaths. He stared intently at anything that wasn’t Arik. “I think I’d rather hear your version.”

“You’re going to make me say this, aren’t you?” Arik complained.

“It’s your damned theory. Speak it.”