Chapter 10

“Wanna feel you,” he panted. “C’mon, sergeant. Let it go.”

“God…Harv…” Zach stiffened, his hand joining Harvey’s at his cock. It took two more hard strokes before he slammed his mouth to Harvey’s again. The hard kiss muffled his shout, and Harvey recognized that for what it was—habit. How many times had he kissed Harvey like that while they were in deep darkness, surrounded by a tense, fragile silence?

They clung to each other like they feared the other would disappear. Maybe Zach would. Maybe Harvey had finally gone over the deep end and was imagining his old lover to ease his loneliness. He’d worried about that often enough when he had first come home. Trying to figure out how to live again. Trying to figure out how to live at all without his other half.