At his words, the man said nothing.
“Oh, shit,” Michael stated. “You’re going to tell me that you don’t want to rekindle this, aren’t you?” he asked. “That I lost my chance when I left and broke you.”
Wait.
What?
Graham blinked.
Was this hot, incredibly sexy man worried about him being rejected?
Really?
Graham had been waiting seven years to have a second chance, and there was no way he was not taking that opportunity. He’d lived without D’Artangnan, and it had been horrible.
Michael continued, trying to do whatever he could to find some way to find his way back to Graham.
He was in love with him still, and he wanted to start back where they’d left off.
Not the beginning.
Not at the end.
Where they were now.
“Just tell me what I have to do to make this right, Graham, and I’ll do it. I’m sorry that I never looked for you, and I’m sorry I let myself get tripped up by the anger. I’m a different man now.”
Graham hadn’t been expecting this.
Not.
At.
All.
What he’d expected was for the man to be cavalier and break his heart out of cruelty. From what he’d just said, that wasn’t his intention.
Could Graham get that lucky?
Were the pats to his ass, the holding of his hand, and saving him from the snake, his way of showing him that he was back?
And he wanted him?
It was clear that Graham had spent too much time slumming it with assholes who wanted to hurt him, that he’d made that everyone’s response to him.
And it wasn’t.
“I’m not upset with you, D’Artangnan,” he admitted. “I’m scared you’re restarting something and then you’re going to leave me behind again.”
Michael moved closer.
He would do anything to reassure Graham that he wanted more.
That he wanted…all.
“I’m stuck in that loop of‘what if he does go’and‘how can I stop him’in my head. I just don’t know if I’m enough to make you stay this time either. Then, throw in how you’re easily adjusting to this, and being affectionate…”
Yeah, Michael had fucked this up.
