Chapter 7Later that evening, Adam knocked on Ian’s door. Ian answered, sighing, looking displeased by the interruption.
“What do you want?”
Adam opened his mouth but lost his words, distracted by discovering Ian shirtless in front of him. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen enough of Ian’s body to know that the man kept himself in impeccable shape. Yet the scars Ian carried were revealed to him close up. A gruesome collection of the many near misses Ian experienced. It humbled Adam, seeing the visual proof of the life Ian had led.
“Is there something you want?” Ian repeated, leaning against the door frame, his irritation obvious.
“I wanted to talk to you for a minute, but I can leave if you’re, uh, busy—” Adam turned to leave, but Ian stopped him.
“No, fine, come in,” he insisted, with a d
