When he opened his eyes, Alex was standing there, and he actually tucked him in.
Jesus.
Christ.
That made his heart skip in his chest.
Corbin was a mess, because he’d actually enjoyed someone taking care of him again, and he couldn’t fall down that rabbit hole of heartbreak.
It was a death sentence.
“You can use the spare blanket,” Alex said, covering his partner and then heading into the shower.
“Thanks,” he said wanting to desperately say more, but he didn’t.
When he was gone, Corbin laid there.
He was thinking about Will, and he was thinking about Alex.
Oh, he was thinking about a lot.
And he didn’t like it.
The similarities were way too familiar for his own good, and he wasn’t enjoying it.
Not.
At.
All.
Normally, Will was kept in a sacred space in his heart and head—allowing nothing to taint it.
It was like a temple, of sorts.
It wasn’t trampled on, or invaded, but now, he was struggling because the walls surrounding that sacred moment in his life were crumbling. Until now, he’d never felt anything about anyone else. Yeah, he had random sex, but that was just to get off. What he was feeling…it terrified him.
The man…he smelled like his husband, and he was kind like him too. If that wasn’t bad enough, he was attracted to his smile, and his boy-next-door good looks.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to him.
One of the things he loved most about Will had been his compassion and gentleness, but he’d always thought he was so goddamn handsome.
Now, the lines were being blurred.
Uncomfortably.
Those same traits were popping up in his partner, and he wasn’t sure why it was upsetting him so much. By now, he should be accustomed to being alone.
At first, when he’d met Alex, he got the opposite impression of the man. Alex came across like a toughinvestigator who buried his problems with sex and booze. That was opposite of what he found sexy.
As the two weeks progressed, with two cases under their belts, he was seeing a different side of the man, and that was the side he was worried about.
Alex was attractive to him, and that was all kinds of ridiculous.
Of course, the universe would make him feel something for a straight man, to torture him even more.
That he was even thinking about the man in that way was problematic. There was no room in his world for a relationship with anyone. He couldn’t get tangled up with a man, especially a non-gay man who was his partner.
