Chapter 18

“What are you looking at, Benry?” Just turned around and asked.

“Your rump.”

“Do you think it’s sexy?”

“Beyond that,” I said. Half of me wanted to touch his soul in the most adult manner, graphic action that offered a state of sexual delight for the both of us. Reality was simple, though. Nothing like that was going to happen, even if we slept together naked the night before and shared a few innocent kisses. Rather, I broke another one of Armin’s frivolous rules by coveting his boyfriend’s body, wishing it were attached to my own body in a compromised position.

“Can you fix my tux?” he asked, looking like a little boy who had just broken the wheel off his prized fire truck.

I could. There was a traveling mending set in my single bag, which I found, opened, and withdrew a needle and thread. “Take your pants off and hand them over, pal. You can have them back in a few minutes.”