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“Or maybe you have lots, but you just never remember them. Ever thought of that?”
Romeo narrowed his eyes to slits. “I don’t have dreams.”
“Look, I’m okay. My subconscious has a mind of its own. I’m sorry I scared you.” He squeezed Romeo’s shoulder, but it stayed rock hard under his hand. He kept searching Chad’s face for something, trying to pry his head open with his eyes.
“I’m notscared, I’m concerned.”
“Well, there’s no need.”
Chad swept his hand through his hair, only to grimace at the sweat. Romeo gasped and grabbed his wrist. He shook Chad until he relaxed his hand, and they both stared at the smears of blood on his palm.
Romeo straddled Chad’s thighs and forced his head down to inspect the damage.
“What have you done to yourself?”
Chad frowned at the blood beneath his fingertips.
“You dug your fingers into your scalp,” Romeo mumbled before springing out of bed, leaving cold emptiness in his wake.
Chad yanked the duvet higher. “It was an accident.”
Romeo kicked his legs into his pants and grabbed a t-shirt from the drawers.
Chad prodded at his head, then hissed when he made contact. They weren’t deep enough to drip blood, but they began stinging, making their presence known.
Romeo ripped the duvet away from him and then hit him in the chest with a t-shirt and a pair of joggers.
“Put them on.”
“Why?”
Romeo looked at him. “We need to sort those out.”
“They’re tiny.”
“The antiseptic wipes are downstairs.”
“Romeo, I’m—”
“If you say fine one more time, I will knock you out and treat you while you’re unconscious.”
His eyes were ablaze.
Chad looked away and began getting dressed. Romeo paced back and forth at the end of the bed, breathing hard.
“Done,” Chad whispered.
Romeo took his hand and pulled him from the bed. They stumbled downstairs, Romeo switching lights on as they went, not slowing his pace until Chad was in the kitchen.
He spun Chad around and pushed him down on a chair.
Chad pressed his lips together and didn’t attempt to reassure Romeo he was all right.
Dropping unconscious during sex was one thing, but outside of sex with Romeo in a rage—Chad shuddered and slapped his hand against the hairs lifting on the back of his neck.
The sun was rising over their fields, and the familiar call of magpies filled the kitchen. Romeo rummaged around the cupboard before pulling out a basket of supplies and dumping it on the kitchen table.
His nostrils flared, and his eyes were darting around as he searched the contents before flipping the basket over. Pill bottles rattled as they rolled off the table, and hit the tiles, but Romeo didn’t seem to notice.
