“I walked out. Left everything and ran away in the middle of the night to Chris and Sean’s. I stayed with them for almost a year, too afraid Jeffrey might find me if I went somewhere on my own. He followed me to their apartment a few times, so Sean got a restraining order—he’s my lawyer. Moving here was my first step at being on my own and starting a new life.”
“So…at Peter and Marla’s barbecue, that’s why you ran away from me, isn’t it?” Leo’s words rumbled comfortingly through him, and Morgan could’ve stayed all day as they were, standing by the window in the waning sunlight. “You were afraid of me because I hit the table.”
“I didn’t know you, so yeah, it freaked me out a little.”
Leo’s large, rough palm cupped his cheek, and Morgan gazed into a face both tender and fierce. A tiny scar bisected Leo’s top lip, and Morgan leaned in to kiss it, touching the tip of his tongue to the mark.
“How about now?” Leo asked. “Are you afraid of me?”
Morgan fell into those blue eyes. “No.”
“Good.” Leo’s mouth crushed his, and Morgan wrapped his arms around Leo’s neck and sank into the kiss.
