Chapter 1Madoc Griffiths turned over on the bed and reached for the warmth that had been there mere seconds ago. When his hand slid over the cold sheet, he sighed.
He’d done it again.
An ache spread in his chest and a lump formed in his throat. He didn’t want to open his eyes, didn’t want to see the empty side of the bed, the bare white walls, or the sad clothes hooks where only his clothes hung.
If he concentrated, he could remember the dream, remember the smooth skin under his palm as he ran his hand up Levi’s arm, remember his scent. He could see the tousled dark hair as he turned over to look at Madoc, see the heat in his hazel eyes.
With a shuddering breath, he threw off the cover and sat on the bedside. When would this stop? Fifteen months. It had been fifteen months since he shr
