An idea had started to grow inside Mitch’s head, or was it his heart? He’d tried to push it away, but it kept coming back.
If Mitch were to show John how much he was growing to love him, how right they were together, how he’d protect John, use his strength to keep John safe. If he were to do all these things, then maybe John would agree to give up his life and move in with Mitch.
Mitch shook his head. He knew it couldn’t be. They were too different. John was smart, well educated, born and raised in a city. Whereas Mitch was a hairy lummox, socially awkward, and illiterate. He couldn’t get a real job, couldn’t talk about most of what had happened to him, couldn’t tell John who or what he really was. What could he offer a man like John? No, there could never be anything lasting between the two of them. Mitch had been stupid to even think that there could be.
“You’ve gone quiet,” John said. “Anything wrong?”
Mitch ran a hand through his hair. “Yes. No. Oh, hell, I don’t know.”