Craig’s expression softened. He dragged his palm up and over Owen’s shoulder, clenching lightly behind Owen’s neck and drawing their foreheads together. “Good.”
Craig’s breath smelled like stale coffee and Owen clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. The apartment became too quiet. And when the silence and the olfactory assault became too much, Owen pulled away. Yet the drop his stomach took when he opened his eyes and saw the smug look of satisfaction on Craig’s face, the almost lecherous way that Craig seemed to be clinging, made Owen want to run and kneel in front of a toilet. It was an expression that hinted at a story Owen needed to know, but that never quite came clear with full intention. And it hit Owen with voices that had not hit him in many, many years. Ah, now, see? Something da
