Chapter 7John
“Did you see him last night?” Harper asked, throwing himself onto the couch next to John.
“Mm-hmm.” Reflexively, John put an arm around Harper’s shoulders. Harper leaned in close and rested his platinum blond head, still free of product after his morning shower, against John’s shoulder.
“Guessing he was okay, or you’d be covered in blood right now.”
It shouldn’t have been funny, but John couldn’t help smiling. “He’s as okay as anyone could be, considering.”
It had been torture, leaving Venkat’s room last night. All John had wanted to do was walk him into the shower, wash his hair, clean him up, make sure he was perfect and shiny as new. And then pick him up, carry him to bed, and wrap around him all night. To hold him while he slept and watch over his dreams, fend off hi
