The house. The boys. Where are they? “Why can’t I hear them?” He shuffles me back enough that he can zip up his pants, and then he tucks my hair behind my ear. His fingertips tenderly brush over my face. He doesn’t have to ask who I’m referring to. “I blocked them.” “You blocked them?” He nods. “But why?” “Can you imagine how much of a distraction they would have been if they had felt even a fraction of what happened in here?” I press my lips together and hum my agreement, suppressing a laugh at the thought. “They’d have been breaking the door down to get in here.” “Exactly, agápi mou.”
