Chapter 29
The apartment was quiet, their bedroom dark, with all the children and probably everyone else in the building asleep. Alex held Etan’s head, trying to keep him from drawing away. They’d never gone as long as a couple of weeks without making love before the attack.
Healing belly and weak muscles or not, he was climbing the walls with wanting his husband.
And with needing to feel normal again.
“Are you sure?” Etan whispered, his breathing as fast as Alex’s.
“I’m sure. Sandy’s sure. Nothing hurts anymore, E. I want you. It’s been way too damn long.”
Etan ran his fingers down Alex’s chest, across the ticklish hair and over to the still-growing stubble on the other side. His light touch along the thick scars felt hot, like the nerves hadn’t quite healed yet. The muscles hadn’t
