Chapter 3The February night was icy cold, and Cole shivered. He took a stumbling step, and Gavin grabbed his arm, which had him hissing.
“This no-touch thing, it’s new.” He didn’t make it a question but he let go of Cole’s arm.
“You touch me.”
“Yes, but you flinch and wince and hiss. And when someone wants in your pants, you panic.”
Cole opened his mouth to object, but what came out was a deep sigh. It formed a cloud in the cold.
“You used to touch me.”
Cole stared at him. “What?”
“Before. You used to grab my arm, shove me, slap my shoulder, sometimes you hugged me. I believed you stopped because you were angry.”
With a stumbling step, Cole came to a stop. “What?” He wanted to hug Gavin, but he didn’t want to appear…needy. He could manage on his own.
“I disappointed you. I should’
