Home crept up on him. Which probably should’ve freaked Chris out. He parked the truck and stared in the rearview mirror at the headlights pulling up behind him. Nick. The man he’d been best friends with forever, the man he’d fallen in love with ages ago. A part of Chris wanted to scream at how much time they’d lost thanks to their mutual stupidity. Another part wanted to drag Nick inside, slam the door, and tell the whole damn world to f**k off.
Chris got out and waited for Nick before leading the way into his house. It felt surreal. Like he watched someone else walking into his home. The door shut behind them, and then strong hands caught his hips, tugging him back against a body he swore he knew better than his own.
“Please tell me this is real,” Nick murmured in Chris’s right ear.
No
