Chapter 18
It took Mitch a few seconds to work out why John was fully clothed while lying next to him under the sheet. Then it all came slamming back at him. John knew. He knew everything important about Mitch’s past. Although the guy had had a hard time accepting it—was probably still having a hard time accepting it—he was here, in Mitch’s bed. He hadn’t run away when Mitch had needed him the most.
Knowing he shouldn’t, but unable to stop himself, Mitch moved in and stole a gentle kiss from John’s soft and slightly parted lips.
“Please, John, try and understand who I am. I never set out to hurt you or keep stuff from you. I was afraid you’d run away or tell everyone about me. I couldn’t risk that. But I should have known you were special and wouldn’t tell.”
“Has anyone told you that y
