Chapter 21Two minutes to the second, though it seemed like forever, and Milo was there, sexy as heck in a pair of those gray-and-black flannel PJ pants and a simple heather-gray T-shirt and untied sneakers, his perpetual bedhead looking more out of control than ever.
They just held each other for the longest time, though their erections were hard to ignore. Both ground into the other’s, Milo straining on his tiptoes and Tom Alan crouching some to do it.
“I wanted you the moment I saw you stretching, in all those clothes, sweatpants and a hundred shirts, mate, and still too big to stay covered,” Milo said. “And you know when I fell in love with you?”
“When?”
“That day you knocked me on my arse and then felt bad about it.” Milo kissed him.
“We gotta talk.” Tom Alan kissed him. “Really,
