Page 74 of Sin Deep
Winter raised an eyebrow.
“Sir. I was worried, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
Winter nodded. “You need some coffee and a shower.”
“But—”
“Do not argue with me, boy.”
Ollie dropped his eyes to the floor, nodding.
“I—” What did he need to say? He didn’t even have clothes to offer Ollie, and honestly, he kind of wanted to hump Winter a little. “How can I help, y’all?”
There. Fall back on your manners. That’s what Sam said.
“We’re fine, petit. Oliver just needs to sober up and remember to be respectful.” Winter was watching Ollie.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You kneel right there next to the couch and don’t bother Harley. I’m going to get you some coffee.” Winter went into the kitchen, and Ollie did exactly as he was told. He knelt, eyes on the floor, and didn’t say another word.
“I—Thank you for checking up on me, Ollie,” he whispered. “You’re a good friend.”
Ollie glanced at him and nodded, then looked right back at the floor.
Winter crouched with Ollie and handed him a mug of coffee. “That’s a good boy. Thank you for doing as I asked. Drink this. And then we’ll see what’s next.”
Ollie nodded again. “Thank you, Sir.”
Winter touched Ollie’s shoulder and stood, then picked up his own coffee and sat. “I suppose word got around about your injury.”
“It’s just a simple cut. It’s sweet, but there’s no need to worry.” Folks got hurt. It was a thing.
“Subs gossip. It probably started out as you having a cut to you losing your leg.” Winter chuckled.
“Actually, he still had a leg; he was hemorrhaging blood though. Bleeding everywhere.” Ollie looked up long enough for Winter to stare him down again.
“A little bleeding, but Winter helped. I may have popped a few stitches.”
“Popped! Harley! Are you insane?”
“Boy.” Winter barked. He actually barked. Harley hadn’t ever heard Winter raise his voice, let alone be so commanding.
“Sorry, Sir. Sorry. Sorry, Sir.” Ollie stared into his coffee and went quiet.
He stared at Winter. Where the hell had that come from? His gentle lover was…intense.
Whatever that was, it disappeared as quickly as it had come on. “Do you need a warm-up on your coffee, petit?”
“Do I—Oh. I…please, lover? Thank you.” He felt like his head was spinning.
“Me too. I’ll be right back.” Winter gave him a gentle smile, before going to the kitchen again.
“It—it’s good coffee.” Ollie’s voice was soft, tentative.
“It is. I’m moving in with him. I’m going to still pay rent like I promised, but I want to be with him.” The words tumbled out of him, and he had no control.
Ollie looked up at him sharply. “What? You’re moving out? Already?”
