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house and nudged him awake. “We’re here.”
    Mike blinked and pushed himself up. “Right.”
    “Bye.”
    Mike spun round. “No. Come in.”
    Caleb shook his head.
    “Look. He was someone I used to work with. It was a game. Seeing how long we could fuck without coming. It didn’t mean anything.”
    “It meant something to me.” Caleb reached past him and opened the door. “You’re not the sort of boyfriend I want.”
    “What?” How could Mike look so shocked?
    “You cheated on me. That’s not cool, Mike. You thought I wouldn’t be at the party. Although I don’t know how you thought no one would tell me. We’re done.”
    “Fuck you. Fuck you.” Spittle flew from Mike’s mouth, hurt and anger clear in his eyes.
    Mike stumbled from the car and fell heavily onto the pavement. When he didn’t get up, Caleb groaned and went round to help him to his feet, only to be backhanded for his trouble. Mike shoved him to the ground and kicked him in the side.
    “Mike! Stop it.”
    When Mike fell over trying to kick him again, Caleb staggered to his feet, locked the car and helped him up.
    “Have you taken something?” he asked.
    “Fuck off.” Mike shoved him so hard that they both stumbled to their knees.
    Caleb had a knifelike pain in his side from Mike’s kick. I should just bloody go. But an inbuilt need to help those in trouble meant that instead of getting back in his car, he levered Mike upright, pushing and dragging him the few yards to the door.
    “Don’t leave me,” Mike whispered.
    “Not until I get you into bed.” Shit, that sounded wrong.
    Caleb fumbled in Mike’s pocket for his keys and Mike squirmed against him. Whatever the idiot had taken hadn’t had an effect on his libido, or maybe he’d taken something to make his cock like iron. Caleb maneuvered him inside and pushed the door closed.
    “I was going to ask you to marry me.” Mike pulled away and swayed in front of him. “Share my home, my life, my money. Maybe you’d share that fucking box with me then.”
    Caleb felt as though he’d taken a step onto ground that wasn’t there. He opened his mouth to speak, but Mike’s fist struck his cheek and knocked the words out of his head and his glasses from his face. He staggered back, rubbing his face. “Stop hitting me.”
    “I love you,” Mike spat out. “I fucking love you.”
    Before Caleb registered what Mike was going to do, Mike had wrapped his hands around his throat and squeezed. “You’re not leaving.”
    Caleb usually walked away from drunken guys, and now he was scared. Mike was much stronger than Caleb. They were the same height, but Caleb was skinny and Mike had wide shoulders and muscles in places Caleb hadn’t even known you could build muscles. He could feel panic rising. If he let it overwhelm him now, he’d be unable to do anything.
    He clung on to Mike’s forearms, brought his knee up into Mike’s groin and to Caleb’s relief, the guy let him go with a bellow of pain and rage. Before Caleb could open the door and escape, Mike threw himself at him and knocked him onto the floor. Fear sent adrenaline racing through his body and locked his lungs.
    “You fucking bastard,” Mike screamed, and rolled Caleb over to pin him on his back. “I’ve put up with all your shit and this is how you repay me? You never open up. I know nothing about you, but guess what? I know what’s in that fucking box. I looked. It’s hardly treasure. Why couldn’t you show me? You won’t explain those marks on your body, those fucking tats you won’t let me see in the light. You didn’t even know how to fuck until you met me. You still don’t.”
    Caleb lay still and silent as Mike spat out one hurtful thing after another. All he had to do was breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Don’t lose control . He wasn’t going to die. Everything would be fine.
    Finally, Mike had had enough. “You wanker.”
    “You think I don’t know how to fuck?” Caleb gave a quiet laugh. “At least I