Page 67 of The Way Home

Come visit soon.

A notification popped up on his mobile. He tapped it.

Caleb

Working late tonight so I won’t be home until 9. Off tomorrow.

Jamie frowned at his phone and set it aside. His cheeks flamed thinking back to last night in bed.

Are you going to let me take care of you tonight, too?

He was such a bloody idiot. Why had he said that? If Caleb wanted to touch him or sleep with him, he would. Jamie had been giving every signal short of writingplease fuck meon his forehead, and Caleb still wouldn’t bite. So why was he chasing him around like a desperate schoolboy?

The sex helped a ton; he couldn’t deny that. He felt less irritable and moody. Even his headaches had improved. And Christ, Caleb knew how to make him feel good. But why wouldn’t he let Jamie do anything forhim?

He glanced down at his body. Did Caleb not find him attractive anymore? That would explain it. His body had changed after the accident. His biking muscles had softened, but it wasn’t his fault. He still wasn’t allowed to bike.

Or maybe Jamie didn’t act as sexy as he used to? Had he had more game before the accident, and now Caleb just didn’t feel that…spark?

Jamie frowned down at Caleb’s message. It still didn’t quite make sense because anytime they fooled around, Caleb was definitely hard as a rock.

Picking his phone back up, Jamie pushed through the wave of embarrassment and typed into Google:“How to seduce your boyfriend?”

His eyes widened as they flitted over the first few results.

“Do you have naked photos on there or something?”

Jamie nearly flung his phone across the room and toppled out of his chair at the sound of the familiar French accent.

“Jesus, JB,” he said, clutching the edge of the desk as he righted himself. Once he was settled back in his chair, he adjusted his glasses.

Chuckling to himself, JB strolled into the room and dropped neatly into the chair in the corner, primly hiking up his pant leg to cross his long limbs.

“No, I was not looking atnakedphotos,” Jamie said, averting his eyes from the devilish smirk in front of him. “I was…erm, texting my sister.”

“Ah,” JB drawled as he tugged on his cuffs. “If you do not have naked photos on there, why do you look so guilty?” JB lifted a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “Come on,chéri,tell me they’re of Caleb.”

“JB!” Jamie gaped. His accent had always flustered Jamie, but when he spokeFrenchlike that?! Ellie had once described Jean-Baptiste’s voice as one that should be narrating smutty audiobooks.

JB’s shoulders shook as he laughed. “What? Your American is…how do you say?” He swept a thin hand around in the air. “Très beau.Very beautiful.”

Jamie ducked his head, heat creeping up his neck. “I know he is,” he muttered to himself.

“What has you so flustered,chéri?”

“I, erm…” Jamie swallowed. “Well, I… I am trying to seduce Caleb?”

A Cheshire grin spread on JB’s face. Jamie quickly added, “I just… we are stuck in sort of a weird pattern right now.” Jamie felt his neck get hot.Patternwas a creative way of putting it. “And I want to, erm, try for him?”

JB’s eyebrows pinched together. “Try… in bed?”

Jamie palmed the back of his neck. “Well, also just in general. I want to be sexier… in general. For him.”

JB scooted closer, concerned now. “You do not think you are sexy?”

“Not really.”

“You have been doing things together, yes?”