Mateo’s parents’ house was three of Mateo’s. It was unnerving. To keep from flipping out, Sean ran down a list of everything he’d love to have in his dream home, and still he couldn’t fathom a reason for two people to need so much space. Even though Mateo swore Sean had been invited, there was a vibe in the room, making him feel unwelcome. Everything was formal. They ate at a huge dining room table on fine china. The meal was done in specific order of courses. It could’ve been the best food on the planet and Sean wouldn’t know. Everything tasted like ash.

“What do you do for a living, John?” Renato asked from the head of the table. The man was a bit frightening. He wasn’t a large man, but money and power rolled off him in waves. His dark hair never once moved from its perfect style and his gold watch cost more than everything Sean owned. Sean had never been more intimidated, and that was saying a lot.

“It’s Sean,” Mateo said, correcting his father.

“I’m fairly certain that’s what I said,” Renato said, his accent thickening as he obviously didn’t appreciate being corrected. “Either way, I’m sure John knew who I meant.”

Well, this was going great. “I’m in my final year at Monsieur Julliam’s Culinary.”

Mateo’s mother, Izabella, perked up at Sean’s answer. “Ooh, that’s an amazing school. My friend’s daughter tried getting in, but they only take the top two percent or something like that.” She looked nicer than her husband, but still unapproachable. Her long black hair was in a braid over one shoulder. Her white button-down blouse was buttoned all the way to the top, reminding Sean of an old timey school teacher.

Sean nodded. “I’m very blessed.”

“He means talented,” Mateo said, lifting his wine and taking a sip. “He’s just too modest to say as much.”

Sean bit back a smile.

Renato wasn’t as impressed. “You’re in college? Are you even old enough to drink?”

Somehow, Sean managed a polite smile. “Yes, sir. I’m twenty-six.”

“Twenty-six? Shouldn’t you be out of school already?”

That clinched it. This was hell. Mateo had shown him heaven last night and then Sean had woken up in hell. He could feel the flames licking at his skin. His brain itched from being on edge for so long. If this didn’t end soon, Mateo would never speak to him again, because Sean would break down.

“Oh,” Izabella said, jumping in and saving Sean from having to find a way to answer. “If you’re soon to be a chef, I’m assuming you know a lot about dinnerware.”

He had no fucking clue why she’d think so, but whatever. Sean would gladly talk about anything—global warming, politics, religious views, or even his stance on abortion if he didn’t have to explain why he was just now in college. Bullshitting his way through a dinnerware conversation sounded like fucking heaven to him.

“Sure.” Even to Sean’s ears, it sounded like a lie.

She clapped and came to her feet. “Renato, you should take Mateo out back and show him the latest addition to your car collection. I’ll take Sean to the kitchen and show him the bowls I got at auction last week.”

Car collection, as in more than two. Once again, more than two people needed. Sean wouldn’t make it much longer. Sarcasm scratched at his brain. Bitterness crawled beneath his skin.

Renato smiled. It was genuine for once. “That’s a great idea,” Renato agreed as he came to his feet. “Come on, son. You have to see this.”

Sean kept his gaze locked on a gaudy painting in the corner to keep from casting Mateo a desperate glance. This was the man’s family. It was Christmas. He would not beg for Mateo to save him. Sean stood when Mateo did. Their gazes met for a second. Sean fought not to show his growing misery. Instead, he followed Izabella into the kitchen, listening to her chatter happily.

“When my mother-in-law died, she left everything to Mateo. For the most part, I didn’t mind. After all, he’s my son. I want him to be taken care of, but she had a china collection I adored. I’m not a chef like you,” she said over her shoulder. “But I love pretty things,” she added with a laugh. He tried forcing out a chuckle. “Anyhow, the set got lost or broken over the years, so I’ve been keeping my eyes out at auctions. Last week, I struck gold.” She grabbed a stool from the kitchen island and dragged it to the sink. When she climbed on, Sean rushed over and helped steady her. She glanced down, her surprise evident. The first genuine smile he’d seen all day touched her lips. “Thank you. When we had the house built, I didn’t realize these shelves would be so high.” She pulled a bowl from the cabinet above the sink, passed it to Sean, and climbed down. Once she was safely on the floor, she retrieved the bowl. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

It was white. There was a fine line of gold around the edge, but really, it was white. Sean smiled. “It’s gorgeous.” And white. Seriously. There was nothing special about it at all. Even though Sean recognized his thoughts had become ugly and unreasonable, he couldn’t stop it from happening. He hated feeling out of place. Sean might work with the public, but he was an introvert at heart. He’d come here for Mateo. Sean wanted every part of the man, including getting to know his family. He felt like he was failing and it wasn’t sitting well.

“You seem sweet,” Izabella said suddenly while still inspecting her plain bowl. The words came out in such a kind tone, Sean almost thanked her. The hint of a “but” or something in her tone stopped him. “But…” There it was. “My son is a contender for the Super Lightweight title.” She finally met his gaze. “The last thing he needs is for people to talk about his little problem.” Sean blinked. He almost asked what the hell she meant, and then it dawned on him. She meant his sexuality. Sean bit back a snort. Only his good manners stopped him. Surely she couldn’t be serious. Izabella kept talking, solidifying Sean’s dislike. “I don’t know if Mateo told you, but we’re wealthy people.” As if Sean couldn’t figure that out by the multi-million-dollar home he currently stood in. “Just tell me what it would take to make you go away, and I can make it happen.”

“Oh, wow,” Mateo said from the kitchen doorway, startling Sean and making Izabella drop the bowl she’d been holding. It shattered. Sean jumped away, but he wasn’t quick enough. A piece of flying glass ricocheted off the edge of the counter, hitting him in the arm, and slicing through his skin. All Sean could do was stare at the red liquid pouring from his arm. “Holy shit,” Mateo said, sounding panicked as he dashed across the room. “Come here.” He grabbed Sean’s arm, not hesitating to put pressure on the wound as he tugged Sean toward the sink. After turning on the water, he shoved Sean’s forearm beneath the flow and gently washed the wound. Sean stared at the top of Mateo’s head as he inspected the cut. The room spun. He couldn’t decide if it was loss of blood or the day’s events making him lightheaded. Either way, he wanted to go home. “Damn, baby. This is deep. You need stitches.”

Of course he did. Otherwise, this horrible day wouldn’t have been complete.

“It was an accident,” Izabella said, sounding on the verge of hysterics. “I was just—”

“You were just attempting to pay him off to make him go away when I walked in and startled you,” Mateo said, cutting her off and using the driest tone Sean had ever heard. He never looked away from Sean’s arm as he spoke. “Find me something to put pressure on this so I can take him to the hospital.”

She didn’t budge. “I could drive you.”

“You could,” Mateo agreed. “But I’d rather you didn’t. Please find me a hand towel or something.”

Sean couldn’t stop switching his gaze between Izabella and the top of Mateo’s head. She looked devastated. He sounded… dead. Finally, Izabella turned away, going in search of something to stem the blood. Without thought, Sean brushed his fingertips down Mateo’s spine. His body felt harder than usual—like his every muscle was tensed to spring or snap.

“I’m sorry.” Sean’s words came out in a whisper. He was too scared to speak any louder. He’d never seen Mateo like this—frighteningly silent.

Mateo turned his head, meeting his gaze. If Mateo hadn’t been holding his arm, Sean would’ve taken a step back at the fury blazing in the man’s eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

Sean’s eyes burned. His throat swelled. He’d never been scared of Mateo before. He was now. “I’d really like to go home, please?” Jesus. The fear was in his every word. Sean couldn’t stop it. His voice shook and Sean hated himself for it.

While keeping pressure on his wound, Mateo straightened and shifted closer. Sean held still by force of will alone. His brain screamed for him to take a step back. “It’s okay,” Mateo said, his features softening. His free arm encircled Sean’s waist, pulling him even closer. “I’m not upset with you. You’re hurt. That pisses me off, but I’m not mad at you. This isn’t your fault.”

Sean tried to take a deep breath, but a short burst of shallow breathing was all he could manage. His insides shook. He had to clamp his back teeth against it while concentrating on blinking so he wouldn’t look like a psycho. “I want to go home.” Sean hadn’t been this close to a breakdown in months. He could feel it building. The last thing he wanted was for Mateo to witness him coming apart at the seams.

Mateo’s touch lightened. Concern tinted his gaze. His voice softened. “You need stitches, baby. Let me take care of you, okay? I promise to get you home as fast as possible, but you need stitches first.” He pushed a stray lock of hair behind Sean’s ear. The first steady breath filled Sean’s lungs at the gesture. “I shouldn’t have brought you here. You’re so damn amazing for putting up with me.” Another full breath pushed its way in. “I don’t deserve you.”

Sean couldn’t blink. He couldn’t look away from Mateo for even a second. Every word leaving his sexy lips was perfect—like he knew exactly how to reset Sean’s fucked up brain.

“Here,” Izabella said, shoving a dark-colored hand towel at Mateo, as if she could swat them apart. “This should work. Are you sure you won’t let me drive you?” she asked as Mateo accepted the towel.

He turned his face away, but not before Sean caught a glimpse of his pain. “No, Mom. I’ve got this.”

She twisted her fingers while staring at his back. Desperation etched her every line. “I really am sorry.”

“I know,” Mateo said, sounding tired. “Me too.”

Sean wanted to ask why. Why would he feel as if any of this was his fault?

Izabella beat him to it. “Why are you apologizing? I’m the one who dropped that bowl.”

Mateo turned the water off and wrapped the towel around Sean’s arm. He kept steady pressure on the wound, yet Sean knew the man did everything possible not to hurt him. Mateo didn’t answer right away. Instead, he tucked Sean’s arm against his body before digging out his keys. When he finally met Izabella’s gaze, his features were clear of all emotion. It was like he’d checked out from her. “I’m sorry, because I’ll never be the son you wanted.”

Without another word, he stepped around her, tugging Sean along with him. Sean was numb. Between his own near freak out and Mateo’s barely suppressed pain, Sean’s brain wasn’t at full capacity. All he could do was stick to Mateo’s side. One thought kept rambling through his head. For once, he wasn’t the only fucked up person in the room. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

* * *

Mateo stared at the blank white wall across from him and focused on his breathing. He’d once dated this yoga instructor who’d sworn any life issue could be dealt with by proper breathing alone. Personally, Mateo thought it was bullshit. At the moment, he’d try anything. The doctor stitching Sean’s arm kept tossing looks Mateo’s way. He wasn’t sure if the man expected him to explode into a fit of rage at any moment or if he was waiting for Mateo’s heart to stop. Either way, the man wasn’t wrong. Mateo expected either scenario any second too.

To keep from flipping out, Mateo switched his gaze to Sean. The man was stoic and steady. He didn’t even flinch with each pass of the needle. Instead, he seemed to have withdrawn inside himself, going somewhere where nothing could hurt him. The man’s current calm didn’t wipe away the image of his earlier panic. Mateo couldn’t unsee what he’d seen in Sean’s gaze while they’d waited for his mom to find a towel. Someone had hurt Sean. He didn’t know if it had been the man’s parents, which he couldn’t picture, or a past relationship, but someone had put their hands on this sweet, amazing man. The fury was real and deep. Mateo was so goddamn enraged he couldn’t pin his anger to one person. He wanted to yell, throw shit, and end someone’s life. Sean didn’t need him to be that person right now. So Mateo swallowed his anger and the pain from his mother’s betrayal and did nothing.

“There,” the doctor said as he washed away the blood. “I’ll bandage this real quick and you’ll be good to go. Keep it covered for twenty-four hours and dry for at least two days. After that, you can get it wet, but don’t submerge the stitches in water. Come back in two weeks and we’ll take them out for you for no extra charge. You don’t need an appointment or anything. Just tell them out front that you got them done here and a nurse will take them out.”

“Thank you.”

The weight on Mateo’s chest increased at Sean’s sweet tone. The man shouldn’t be thanking anyone for getting stitched up, for fuck’s sake. He should be raging against Mateo, cursing his name for taking him into that den of hatred. Mateo tried taking another measured breath. He’d been so certain. His parents had gotten better at pretending acceptance. Mateo had hoped, if they met Sean, they’d finally understand. How could anyone resist this man sitting across from him?

“I’ll take care of the bill,” Mateo said the moment they were alone.

Sean’s green gaze slid his way. Mateo’s lips tingled with the desire to kiss him. “I have insurance.”

“Yell at me.” Even Mateo didn’t know where the words came from, but he needed it. If Sean would scream or anything, other than this accepting silence, then maybe he could yell too. Not at Sean, of course. At life. At his parents. Maybe he’d stop feeling so goddamn trapped and helpless.

“I never would’ve taken the money.”

Against his will, a snort escaped Mateo. “Is that what you’ve been sitting there thinking about?”

“It matters to me. I never would’ve accepted any amount of money in exchange for your friendship.”

The pain sitting on Mateo’s chest doubled. “Is that all we are?”

The silence dragged on as Mateo held his breath, waiting. “No.” With one whispered word from Sean, everything changed.

Mateo came to his feet. The doctor came through the door, keeping Mateo in place.

“I have your discharge papers.”

Mateo reached for them, giving himself an excuse to move closer. “I’ll take those.” He folded them up without looking at them and stuffed them in his back pocket. The doctor said something else, but Mateo couldn’t focus. Sean had finally admitted they were more than friends. All the kisses and late nights weren’t empty. Mateo wasn’t alone. Sean shifted positions, crawling from the bed. Mateo immediately reached out to help. Their palms collided. Mateo’s mouth went dry as their gazes met as well.

“I’ll take you home.”

Sean didn’t respond right away. Instead, he held Mateo’s gaze. Sometimes, he swore their souls touched. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to go home.”

Mateo licked his overly parched lips. He swore he could taste Sean already. “You need to rest.”

“I can do that at your place as easily as mine.”

“All right.” Even as Mateo’s lips shaped the agreement, he knew it was a lie. He’d waited long enough. If Sean came home with him now, the man was as good as fucked—literally.

* * *

Sean couldn’t pinpoint when he’d broken. Maybe it had been the hurt in Mateo’s eyes when he’d realized his mother’s betrayal or the devastation as he’d stared at nothing while the doctor stitched Sean up. Perhaps he’d already been lost the first time Mateo asked for his phone number. Whenever it happened, as Sean walked through the door of Mateo’s million-dollar home, he knew what he wanted. It no longer mattered if Mateo was out of his reach. Sean would reach for him anyhow.

“There’s blood on your shirt,” Mateo said as Sean toed off his shoes inside the door.

Sean glanced down at himself. “I hadn’t even noticed.”

Mateo moved closer. Sean tilted his chin up and the held the man’s gaze as he came to stand over him. Mateo’s fingers curled around the hem of Sean’s shirt. His knuckles scraped Sean’s skin as he slowly slid the shirt higher. “Let me have it. I’ll take care of it.”

Sean’s dick stirred. Goosebumps rose on his skin. He couldn’t look away from Mateo’s dark eyes. He dutifully lifted his arms and let Mateo have his shirt. Mateo turned away. Sean wanted to cry out at the loss of his stare.

“Go get in bed. I’ll get you some juice.”

Sean didn’t budge. “I’m fine.”

Mateo glanced over his shoulder, his expression dark. “Go get in bed.”

Maybe he did need juice. His mouth was like sandpaper. Sean’s feet moved without thought. Mateo’s bed called his name. His cargo shorts felt like they weighed a ton. They irritated his skin. In fact, all his clothes constricted, making him want to growl in frustration. He shuffled down the hall, past the bathroom and home gym before reaching Mateo’s room. He stripped as he stared at the place where Mateo slept each night. His thick dark blue comforter was balled up in the middle of the bed. Sean didn’t bother smoothing it out before climbing into the massive slice of heaven. The man’s ultra-expensive mattress molded to Sean’s body. Sean grabbed the edge of the blanket and covered his nudity. He didn’t have time to think about the repercussions before Mateo stood over him, handing him a glass of orange juice.

“It’s not the same as what you make, but no store-bought juice could compete with you,” Mateo said with a smirk.

Sean accepted the glass and immediately set it on the bedside table without taking a drink. He snagged the hem of Mateo’s shirt and tugged. Mateo’s eyes darkened. His smile disappeared. Sean had never felt more stalked than he did as Mateo set his knee on the edge of the mattress and climbed on. He pushed the comforter aside. Mateo’s lips parted as his gaze moved down Sean’s nude body before settling on Sean’s face once more. For a moment, they simply stared at each other before Mateo reached over his head and tugged his shirt off. Sean couldn’t look away. He’d seen Mateo’s body before. The sight never got old. Mateo worked the button loose on his shorts before sliding his zipper down. He stopped there as if he didn’t want to scare Sean away. He moved closer. Sean held still—waiting. Mateo’s hard body settled between Sean’s thighs. The silence between them was deafening. Neither of them tried breaking it. Instead, they simply stared at each other. Entire unspoken conversations passed between them. They’d always known they’d end up here. It had been inevitable. They’d been crawling toward this moment since the night they’d met. Sean should’ve stopped fighting against it a long time ago, but he was scared.

“Teo,” Sean whispered, only able to push half of Mateo’s name past his swollen throat.

“I’ve got you,” Mateo swore as he lowered his head and touched his lips to Sean’s.

Sean clung to Mateo’s shoulders. They felt even harder than usual. The only thing soft about Mateo was his kiss. The brush of his lips was so light, Sean wanted to scream. Instead, Sean bit him. His teeth sank into Mateo’s bottom lip before Sean thought about the consequences. Mateo moaned like a tortured man. Sean did it again.

“Jesus,” Mateo breathed, sounding so fucking aroused Sean thought he’d come unglued. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do,” Mateo said, coming at Sean from a different angle. Sean didn’t know if Mateo was being honest or just mumbling whatever in the heat of the moment. He didn’t care. He loved it. Their tongues entwined. Sean prayed it would never stop even as he shoved at Mateo’s shorts, pushing them down the man’s hips. Mateo’s erection caressed his. A moan rose in Sean’s throat. He’d never wanted anyone as badly. Mateo’s lips moved to Sean’s jaw. “I’ll make you feel good.”

Shit. Sean wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Mateo kissed a path down Sean’s chest. Sean held the man’s head in a light grip. With his eyes closed, Sean savored every stroke of Mateo’s tongue against his skin. He swore he felt every taste bud as they stroked across his nipple. Mateo moved lower. Some of Sean’s joy fled. A hint of worry creeped in. Mateo’s tongue circled his navel. Against his will, Sean’s hips left the bed. He felt Mateo’s muscles tense, as if he meant to shift even farther down the bed. Sean tightened his hold on Mateo’s head, stopping him. Mateo’s chin shot up. Their gazes met.

Sean tried swallowing past the desert that had set up shop in his throat. “You don’t have to do that.”

For a moment, Mateo’s gaze moved over Sean’s face. Sean fought back a blush. He was so turned on and he couldn’t wait to have Mateo inside him. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the mood by making Mateo do something men like him didn’t do. To his surprise, a Cheshire cat grin slowly spread across Mateo’s face. He untangled himself from Sean’s hold.

“Has no one ever sucked your dick?”

The heat Sean had been holding at bay exploded in his cheeks at Mateo’s harsh wording. He shook his head. “I know men like you don’t do things like that.”

Mateo’s lips parted before snapping closed again. His face screwed up as if working through Sean’s words. “Men like me,” he repeated, sounding confused. His expression cleared before turning smoldering. “Baby, this man loves sucking cock, and is about to blow your mind.” While holding Sean’s stare and his hands out of the way, Mateo lowered his head and licked Sean’s erection from crown to root. Against his will, a pant escaped Sean. His head dropped to the pillow. Mateo shifted once more, releasing Sean’s hands, spreading his thighs, and diving in.

A loud gasp flew around the room and bounced off the walls as Mateo’s tongue probed at Sean’s asshole. It took Sean a second to realize the sound came from him. Mateo didn’t stop. He licked and prodded until Sean was practically riding his face. It was out of Sean’s control. No one had ever had him so close to coming with the barest of touches. Then, Mateo swallowed his dick. All of it. He could feel Mateo’s lips wrapped around his root. The man’s nose buried against his body. Sean had to stop himself from flying off the bed. He scratched at the sheets, seeking purchase as Mateo set a pace Sean couldn’t match. The hot pull on his cock was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. It was no wonder men always wanted this from him. Sean was nowhere near this good. Mateo was everywhere—licking Sean’s dick and fingering his ass while still toying with his balls. The lower half of Sean’s body was soaked in saliva and pre-cum. Sean’s entire being focused on the building pressure tightening inside him. His heels dug into the mattress. Every muscle in his body tensed—expectant. Mateo kept winding him tighter until Sean couldn’t breathe. Mateo sucked hard and everything exploded into pulses of color and ecstasy. Sean openly fucked Mateo’s mouth, incapable of stopping. He needed every twinge of pleasure and Mateo wasn’t letting up. He licked and swallowed, making tiny aftershocks pulse through Sean. Tiny mewling noises came from the back of Sean’s throat. He couldn’t stop them. Mateo kissed a path up Sean’s body—open-mouth kisses that had Sean squirming and trying to bring Mateo’s mouth to his.

When Mateo finally opened his mouth over Sean’s, Sean didn’t hesitate kissing him back every bit as desperately. The taste of his own cum didn’t bother him. He’d never experienced such a sexy moment. Being with Mateo was porno-level good. He was what men fantasized about. Sean tried pulling the man’s hips closer, needing Mateo inside him.

Mateo pulled away. His eyes looked unfocused. In fact, with his swollen lips and flushed cheeks, Mateo was the picture of aroused male. Sean’s lust skyrocketed. “I need a condom, baby. Gotta keep you safe.”

Yes. Condom. This was important. Sean nodded, biting back his impatience. After leaning over and digging through the bedside table, Mateo sat back on his heels and opened a gold package with his teeth. Sean had to force himself to take a deep breath as he watched Mateo roll the thin sheath down his cock. Even the muscles in Mateo’s forearms moved in ways that turned Sean on. He’d never seen anyone more perfect. Every deep valley and hard muscle made Sean’s mouth water. Sean was certain, before Mateo, he’d never known pure lust.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sean said, sounding breathless even to his ears.

Mateo smiled. His dimples made an appearance. “That’s my line, baby,” he said before covering Sean’s body once more. Their lips met and then their tongues. Sean lost himself for a moment in the way Mateo licked and retreated before savoring. The man’s fingertips skimmed Sean’s thigh before he urged Sean’s knee higher. His hard cock pushed against Sean’s asshole, seeking entry. Against his will, Sean tensed.

“You make me wish I was a good man,” Mateo whispered, shocking Sean to the point he forgot what the lower half of Mateo’s body was doing. Before Sean could work up a thought to argue, Mateo pushed his way inside, stealing Sean’s breath. He was larger than anyone Sean had ever been with and Sean hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. He fought the urge to shove at Mateo’s massive chest and scramble away. Mateo held still, giving Sean time to adjust while doing nothing more than nibbling at Sean’s lips until Sean wanted to scream in frustration.

Finally, Mateo rocked forward, hitting something amazing inside Sean. He moaned around Mateo’s bottom lip. Mateo held Sean’s face between his hands and pulled away just enough to hold Sean’s stare as he made love to him. “You shouldn’t be here with me.”

Sean’s head was a mess. Mateo was doing earth-shattering things to his body, but the man’s words didn’t match his sweet actions. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

Mateo’s eyes slid closed for a moment as if the pleasure was overtaking him. When his eyes opened again, Sean swore they shone brighter than before. “You deserve a good man.” Mateo’s voice sounded rough—like he had gravel in his throat.

“You’re a good man,” Sean argued, trying desperately to make Mateo believe him even as the man’s cock kept pounding inside him at the perfect angle and his dick leaked on his stomach like Mateo hadn’t just blown his mind. He couldn’t stop himself. Sean reached between them and massaged his dick, needing to come. He was already right there on the edge.

“I’m not,” Mateo argued, confusing Sean. He was too close to the edge to recall what they’d been talking about, but he completely understood the next words leaving Mateo’s lips. “But I am the man who’s falling in love with you.”

A cry ripped from Sean’s throat as another orgasm tore through him. His body clamped down on Mateo. Mateo gasped and thrust harder as his pace quickened. Throwing his head back, Mateo bared his teeth. The cords in the man’s neck strained as every muscle in his body hardened. Sean was fascinated by the sight. Sean’s name slipped from Mateo’s lips as his shoulders slumped forward, and he melted into Sean. Without a thought for the mess squishing between them, Sean wrapped his arms around Mateo and accepted the man’s weight. Breathing was overrated. He couldn’t think clearly, but he wasn’t insane. Mateo had definitely said he was falling in love with Sean. That meant there were two fools in this bed because Sean didn’t think he was falling in love with Mateo. He’d been in love with Mateo for months.