ZACH HELD HIMSELF TOGETHER until Dylan was out of sight, then a slightly hysterical laugh burst free. God, it felt good to laugh. His belly actually ached a little.
“Things going well?” His brother’s voice was slightly sarcastic behind him, and Zach turned with a questioning look.
“Yeah, why?”
Todd crossed his arms over his chest.
“Just checking.”
Dylan came storming back into the room having changed into a black polo shirt that covered the large, red hickey Zach had marked him with. Todd nodded and left them alone and Zach focused back on the blond angel before him.
Part of him was glad that Dylan had covered it up so that he wouldn’t be embarrassed if someone pointed it out. But another primitive part of him wanted it declared to the world that they were involved. But involved how?
