Chapter 6York took in the apartment. A bedroom, a living room, and a kitchen. Not big and not new, but it was nice. “Have you lived here long?”
“Almost eight years.” Torbjorn walked out from the bedroom with a stack of clothes he handed to York before slipping back into the bedroom again. It didn’t take more than a minute before he came back out dressed in gray and white flannel bottoms and a white T-shirt.
York’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. It wasn’t a fashion statement by any means, but damn. Torbjorn looked ready for bed, and York wanted nothing more than to crawl in there with him. He wanted to stretch out with Torbjorn in his arms. He wanted to run his hands over every part of his body, breathe in his scent, taste him.
Torbjorn’s mouth was moving and York shook his head.
