Chapter 25
Jack’s eyes were suspiciously bright. “You…you made me fall in love with you—”
Tom smacked down the leap of joy hearing that gave him. He wouldn’tbe owned by anyone, not even this man who’d been his friend for more than half Tom’s life, who stood before him, bleeding without shedding a drop of blood.
“I didn’t make you do anything. Grow up, Jack. We’re not in college. Go home. Or go hit the bars. See if you can find some woman to screw.”
“Tommy—”
“I’m leaving.” If he stayed any longer he’d forget he was Tom Weber, the man who needed no one. He’d be on his knees, begging—for forgiveness, for love, for whatever his friend would deign to give him. “Lock the door on your way ou—”
“You fucking cock tease!” Jack’s large hand landed on Tom’s shoulder and spun him around.