Eyes open, Nick was staring at the same damn ceiling again. It took a minute before he realized he was still alive. Then the world lashed back with a vicious snap. He drew in a harsh, shuddering breath, then another, and squeezed his eyes shut against the pain and tears. His arms ached, but not nearly as much as his heart.
“How are you feeling?”
When Todd reached out and curled warm, strong fingers around his neck, Nick leaned into the touch. He decided it was something Todd liked to do, touch him that way, and it appeared to Nick the gesture pleased Todd and made him relax. Nick had decided back in the village, the first time Todd had touched him that way, that he liked it. Not even twenty-four hours later and Nick was craving those tiny touches and counting the minutes between them, ho
