Chapter 32
“You won’t.”
They were at an impasse. Adam glanced around Ian’s room, wondering if Ian’s secrets rested in the thousands of pages before him. A clue to help make sense of the real Ian and not the mask he showed the rest of the world. So much of Ian confounded him, intrigued and repulsed him in equal measure.
Ian moved closer, careful as he ran a finger over the bandages. His touch was so gentle the caress made every hair on Adam’s body stand up in response. His legs heavy, rooted to the floor, were shockingly aware of his heartbeat’s quickening from Ian’s mere proximity.
“I inherited most of these.”
“Huh?” Adam startled when Ian broke the silence.
“The books. I sort of wound up with them after Rhys died.” Ian paused as if only now aware he was touching him far more intimately than he meant to. He coughed, putting a few feet of much needed distance between them.
“Have you read them all?”