Chapter 1The sheets were still warm when Rico pulled out. Finn stayed on his stomach, cheek pressed to the pillow, listening to the quiet sounds of the other man moving around the room. No conversation. No hand on his back. Rico simply stood, walked to the bathroom, and closed the door halfway.When Rico came back he was already dressed for work—dark pants, light blue shirt, the same watch he always wore. He checked his phone, glanced at Finn without really looking at him.“I’m going to be late if I don’t leave now,” he said. “There’s coffee if you want some.”Finn nodded. “Okay.”Rico hesitated near the door, then adjusted the strap of his bag and left.Finn stayed in bed a few minutes longer. His body felt ordinary—a mild ache that would be gone by afternoon. He got up, cleaned himself, brushed his teeth, and poured coffee into the same mug he used every morning. The apartment was small and silent. He sat at the table and drank without tasting much.Nine years was a long time to ke
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