Yeah, who am I kidding? I just want to touch him, even if it’s only his hand. The same way I wanted some contact with Angelo, only…
Only what if he’s playing me just as Angelo did, but for different reasons? What if that first time when he…implied he was interested? It could have been his way of keeping me close to keep an eye on me. But to what end?
“Mark,” Paul said, breaking into Mark’s thoughts. “It’s all right to touch me, if you want to.”
Mark tentatively took his hand. “How did you know?”
“If you could have seen the look on your face…You were staring at my hand like it was a lifeline you needed to grab on to, and your expressions…I think you were debating whether it was a good idea or not. Whether I was using you, the way Angelo did.”
“I was,” Mark admitted, tightening his grip on Paul’s hand, feeling it returned in kind.