Chapter 11“Are you going out tonight?” Yannick stood in the doorway of their bedroom, watching Lee shuffle around as he got dressed. His hair was still wet from his shower, his skin ruddy and damp. Freshly clean like this, he only smelled of soap and shampoo. His greying hair stood up in wet spikes and water dripped down his neck and over the slope of his wide, strong shoulders. He was still as handsome as when Yannick had first met him, even if he’d aged about twenty years. Seeing him like this, naked and guileless, yawning as he fumbled on his clothes, made Yannick’s heart ache for him in a way it hadn’t for a very long time.
“Yup.” Lee threw Yannick a quick grin as he shoved his foot down one leg of his jeans. “You’ll have the whole house to yourself. Don’t throw any wild parties.” He
