Bab 32: Chapter 32

“We’ve moved past a lot of shit, Cole.” He backed up. “Come on out when you’re done so I can bandage you up.”

Ten minutes later, Brady sat on the couch watching the end of Pitch Blackwhen Cole walked in. He was bare-chested, his jeans riding low on his hips, and Brady did his best not to stare at the narrow trail of hair disappearing beneath his waistband.

“Let me get the first aid kit,” he said, turning off the TV. He rose and headed for the kitchen again. “Go ahead and sit down.”

His hand shook as he reached for the kit in the cupboard. Brady clenched his teeth.

This is ridiculous. Stop acting like this means anything.

Except he thought it did. He’d let Cole stay. He’d insisted. He’d wanted him in his bed, and he’d wanted to hold him. Hell, he’d wanted a lot more than that, but there was at least a grain of common sense holding him back from going that far.

Yet.