Chapter 11

“Who do you want?” Micah asked. His voice was soft, almost carried away by the noises outside Linus’s apartment. The pitch was low, throaty, unbearably sexy. Linus found himself aroused by the cadence, the look…Hell, the very scent of Micah.

Linus swallowed. Afraid to say the words out loud. Afraid Micah would laugh at him. After all, there wasn’t supposed to be anything between them. It was impossible.

“You,” he whispered. “God, Micah, I want you.” 8

For a moment Micah thought he imagined Linus saying he wanted Micah. Just a few seconds. He’d been thinking more and more of what he wanted to hear, that perhaps he really had conjured up the words.

But then he saw the deflated look in Linus’s eyes as the silence and lack of response from him continued. He knew he couldn’t allow Linus to give in to the doubt already plaguing him.

“I want you, too,” Micah said quickly, happy when Linus started in surprise.

“Y-you do?”