‘Don’t say it,’ Iain whispers. ‘Whatever excuse you’re going to make, don’t.’ Harry steps forwards, and Iain flinches away, as if burned. ‘I know you’re torn up about the sins you commit with me. I know it keeps you awake,’ Iain says, his voice hoarse with barely controlled emotion. ‘Have you ever thought how it makes me feel?’ Harry stutters. ‘It’s destroying me,’
