Zach’s heart hurt at the thought. How could anyone do anything less than treat Flynn like the wonderful man he was? How could they not see how lucky they were to have him?
He didn’t know what the story was there, but he couldn’t imagine anyone having the heart to treat him badly.
“Well, now you’ve got a weird husband,” Zach said, beaming at him. “But I’ll try to be a good one.”
Flynn met his eyes, offering him the sweetest, most boyish smile Zach had ever seen on him, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He’d have kind crow’s feet there someday, his good-naturedness etched into his face.
Zach had to force himself not to staretoolong.
“You’ve been great so far. I’ll leave you in peace and let you shower.”
Zach nodded, watching Flynn head back into the bedroom and then flopping down on the couch, looking up at the ceiling again. He let his eyes fall closed for a moment, calling up the image of Flynn standing around in a towel as though he had nothing to be ashamed of.
Not that hedidhave anything to be ashamed of. He was beautiful. So much so that Zach needed tolie downafter looking at him.
He was in way over his head, but that wasn’t about to stop him diving deeper. If he drowned in Flynn’s kindness, it wouldn’t have been the worst way to go.
