He sounded so grave, Stavros wanted to go to him. Touch him. Soothe him. But what about the ache inside him? Was Daniel the one to soothe him? “I want to be selfish.” He tipped his head upward. “I can be selfish.” The impending loss spread through him, turning his words into the harshest of whispers. Torn from deep inside. From that deep space—unknown to him before now—occupied by Daniel. “I want to ask for more, but I won’t because
