Page 92 of Crying in the Rain

“Yes, now. Right here, on your sofa.”

Ade’s eyebrows rose. “What happened tois this OK?andif it’s what you want…?”

Kris shrugged and pushed Ade onto his back. “You were right. It should be good for me.”

“And this is good for you?”

“Youare good for me.”

“I am?”

Those were Ade’s last words before he once again succumbed to the charms of the handsome Scandinavian actor who had helped him find the strength to fight back and start to turn his life around. Whether it worked out or not, he had to admit that Kris was good for him too. For the first time in a long time, Ade felt optimistic, ready for the challenge. He was looking forward instead of watching his back. Cliché that it was, it was as if he had been roused from a deep, nightmarish sleep—or maybe this part was the dream because it all felt just a little too good to be true.

“Babe?”

“Mmm?”

“Pinch me.”

Kris lifted on his arms and stared at Ade in horror. “Never.”

Ade smiled up at him. “I suppose a kiss would work just as well.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Just k—”

The rest was lost to that kiss, the much-needed confirmation that it wasn’t just a hopeful dream.

Ade was, finally, awake.

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