In fact, he had more episodes like this, than not, and that was a testament as to how his world was spiraling apart around him.
Carefully, he rolled over, trying not to move the bed, and that’s when he saw the man beside him.
Yep.
That’s pretty much what he’d expected.
Corbin Price, his partner, was naked in bed with him, and he knew for a fact that he’d behaved badly.
Beyond badly.
In the light that was coming through the hotel room windows, he could see his shoulder, and his back. The man was facing away from him, his soft breathing evident.
Across his back, there were healed scars, but they had been vicious.
They were crisscrossing his back, proving that someone, somewhere, somehow, had hurt the man.
Violently.
Oh, well, Alex knew what that felt like.
Been there.
Done that.
His grandfather had been from team‘spare the rod, spoil the child’, and liked that particular rod a little too much.
When Corbin muttered something in his sleep, Alex held his breath.
It was one word.
‘Will.’
It was his dead husband’s name.
Well, that also didn’t bode well. He was still in bed with another man, and dreaming about his dead husband.
That told Alex one thing.
It was time to abort.
And RUN.
Even after having sex, and hoping that it would change something, it hadn’t. That was evidently clear to the man.
There was no point in making this any worse than it already was. He knew he’d made a scene, acted a fool, and got the man to have mercy sex with him last night.
That was sad.
It was pathetic.
HE.
WAS.
PATHETIC.
The last thing he wanted was the awkwardness of that morning, where he did the walk of shame and Corbin watched him do it.
