Alex trailed off, realizing he’d stepped even closer to Corbin. “And you never felt those things. With those other men.” Alex shook his head. “No. It was all pale, a shadow of what I think it would feel like. They all wanted me, and I wanted them. But . . .” He ran his fingers through Corbin’s hair, dusting the ground with flour. “They didn’t need me. I didn’t need them.”
