Harry X Tom Novels & Stories

Jaxon walked over and dropped down on the far end of the couch. “Why the hell are we having a party?” he asked flatly. “We aren’t,” Harry replied without looking at him. “Skull and Rohan are. You and I just happen to be breathing the same air.” As if on cue, giggles and moans erupted from a nearby room. “They’re just blowing off steam,” Harry added with a grimace. “Not like they haven’t earned it.” Jaxon took a sip from his cup, then stared down at his bandaged hand. “I’m not letting her go, Harry.”