Roach stood outside the door of his and Alexi’s apartment and wondered if he had the guts to really do this.
What do you have to lose?
He couldn’t lose more than he was already losing. He twisted the knob and walked inside.
“Roach?” Alexi stood up from the couch, frowning. Like the night before, he wore a T-shirt, sweats, and white tube socks. “You’re home early.”
“Yeah.” His heart rose to his throat. He stared hungrily at Alexi, unable to look away from the sight of the man’s light brown hair all mussed and falling in his eyes. His plump, tempting lips parted slightly in surprise. His cheeks flushed pink. The man was perfection.
“Everything all right?” Alexi asked.
“No.”
“Roach, what the hell is wrong? You look like hell. You’re all pale.” Alexi tossed the remote he’d held in his h
