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Mike shouted.
    He struggled out of the sleeping bag and rushed to open the door before the noise disturbed Jamie and his new guy.
    Mike stood with his hand raised to knock again, his blond hair sticking up, his clothes disheveled. He looked sexy…and pissed off. Anger mode, not sulky. “Come back.”
    Caleb shook his head. “There’s no point. It’s over.”
    “No it’s fucking not.” His blue eyes flashed with anger.
    “It has been for some time.” Caleb spoke quietly. “I just didn’t want to see it.” He knew it was true and kept talking, trying to explain it wasn’t only what had happened at the party. At least that’s what he thought he said, but his words dried up as he took in the stricken look on Mike’s face. Caleb hated upsetting people.
    Caleb hadn’t expected the fist that connected with the side of his jaw and he staggered back.
    “ You don’t leave me ,” Mike said through clenched teeth as he advanced into the flat.
    Caleb put up his hands in an attempt to defend himself, but Mike grabbed his shirt and yanked him forward.
    “Stop it.” As Caleb tried to pull free, Mike thumped him in the stomach.
    “ You don’t leave me ,” he repeated and twisted the material of Caleb’s shirt at his neck, ripping off a button and starting to choke him.
    Just as suddenly as the blow had come, Mike tugged him close and kissed him, mashing his lips against Caleb’s, wrapping his arms around him so tight it hurt.
    “What the fuck are you two doing?” Jamie snapped. “You’ve woken me and Paul and probably all the neighbors too.”
    Mike let Caleb go and Caleb spun around.
    “Go home and sort yourselves out.” Jamie dragged his fingers through his messy hair. “You fucked up, Mike. Make it up to him. A few more kisses like that should do it.”
    “Come home.” Mike caught hold of Caleb’s hand. “Please.”
    “No,” Caleb said.
    “What’s going on?” A big, shaven-headed guy appeared at Jamie’s shoulder. Right. The new guy, Paul.
    Something about him made Caleb uneasy, and not just the way Paul was staring at him. There was…something in his eyes, but as soon as the thought formed, it flitted away. Caleb barely suppressed a shudder. Paul looked too old for Jamie…too…strong, too intense—
    Mike interrupted his thoughts. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
    “I don’t have a home anymore.” Caleb pulled out of Mike’s hold.
    Mike picked up Caleb’s box and Caleb froze.
    “Going to show me what’s in here?” Mike asked.
    Caleb snatched it out of his hand.
    Mike looked as though he was going to make an issue of it, then his face changed and his lips curved into a tentative smile. “Come home, please. Let me explain.”
    “Fuck off, the pair of you,” Paul said.
    Caleb turned to Jamie but he was gazing adoringly into Paul’s eyes.
    “Jamie?” Caleb took a step toward him.
    Paul pointed to the door. “Out.”
    “You need to drive me home,” Mike muttered. “I don’t feel well.”
    Caleb gave a heavy sigh, put on his shoes, retrieved his glasses and took his box from Mike.
    Jamie stuck Caleb’s toothbrush in his pocket and shoved the sleeping bag and pillow into his arms. “Just in case,” he whispered.
    Caleb followed Mike down the stairs. Mike walked straight over to Caleb’s car and Caleb used the remote to unlock the doors and the boot. He pushed in the pillow and sleeping bag and tucked the box underneath.
    “How did you get here?” Caleb climbed into the driver’s side. “How did you know where I was?”
    “Taxi. I guessed. Take me home.”
    “Put your seat belt on.”
    Mike clicked it into place. “You could at least let me explain.”
    But within a few moments of setting off, Mike was asleep, his head lolling against the window. Caleb suspected he was both drunk and high. The violence had shocked him. Mike had never hit him before. He could still taste blood in his mouth from where he’d bitten his tongue.
    Caleb pulled up on the road outside Mike’s