Chapter 37: This Can’t Be Happening
“What can I say? I like you,” Carey says, running a palm down the center of his chest, pushing water droplets to patio bricks next to his feet. He shrugs a shoulder and admits, “You’re a hard guy to catch. I didn’t know how else to go about it.”
“I don’t even know what to say. What do you want me to tell you?” Toby’s being honest, having not the slightest clue where this conversation is going between the two men. He’s confused and in a state of wonderment. He can’t tell up from down at the moment and is having problems breathing. Vertigo floods through the area between his temples and he almost faints, but he catches his balance at the very last second before falling to the patio.
Carey’s a forward man and always tries to get what he wants. One theory
