Chapter 14Christian didn’t know if Trip was angry with him, but he was certainly withdrawn. His normal displays of physical affection vanished, and he fell asleep practically hugging the opposite edge of the bed. Chris tried to tell himself it was because of the sunburn. He was hot, the room was hot, the bed was hot, and adding his body heat was unnecessary. But when he was sure Trip had fallen asleep, he inched across the small mattress and draped his arm over Trip’s stomach, careful not to touch any of his reddened skin.
The flight was worse, and Christian couldn’t help but think of how much happier he had been on the journey to Italy—and he had been miserable then. Trip let him hold his hand on the flight, but he wasn’t responsive to Christian’s questions. He didn’t allow himself to be
