“Sorry. It’s nothing.”
“Nothing. Really.” Shay had an idea he knew what this had to do with. “That indestructible piece of art has a chip in it.”
Galenn winced. Again.
“I noticed,” he said.
“Well?”
Galenn rolled over, setting his back to Shay again.
“I liked what we had going,” he said.
Shay sighed, leaned in, and wrapped an arm around him again. Galenn smelled like sleep, like whatever expensive cologne he’d been wearing at Bekkah’s event had finally worn off and the warmth of him could finally shine through. Shay didn’t want to push. He wanted to be like this as long as he could get. So he let Galenn convince him to sleep again a while, promising himself he’d get a better answer when he woke.
Which he did first this time. Again he and Galenn had pulled apart in sleep, although no
