Chapter 79
For a time, they laid there, savoring each other’s quiet breaths. Finally, Adam had to ask, unsure of where they stood. “What is this?”
Ian bit his lip as if to keep from blurting out things he didn’t want to mean, squirming, unable to speak.
Adam’s hold tightened. “Is this something? Ian?”
“Yes, yes, this is something,” he answered, voice hoarse, strained.
Adam went to reply, but Ian stopped him with a firm kiss, deepening it until Adam quit asking questions. 17
After Ian’s eighteenth birthday present, the three days of torture that ushered in his adulthood, Ian flourished. He fought harder, played harder, lived as if each second would be his last.
Out by the sheds, jeans dirtied by mud, he knelt and blew the newest guard. A twenty-something guy named Kevin. Ian sensed him getting close as Kevin held him tight by the back of his neck and took what he wanted. And Ian let him.
“Ian!”