Chapter 80

“Mitch.” John put a hand on Mitch’s bare arm, the contact sending a zing of arousal straight to John’s dick.

“Sorry.” Mitch looked down at John’s hand.

Feeling awkward, John dropped his hand.

“Thank you for being here. It means more than you know.”

John nodded and waited until Mitch got into bed before risking another glance at him. “I’ll go get you a glass of water so you can take these.”

* * * *

John situated himself in a chair near Mitch, who lay somewhat restlessly in the bed.

They talked about this and that. John was curious about Mitch’s incredibly long life, but determined not to ask anything that might upset the guy. After all, the aim was to relax him enough so he could fall asleep.

“It’s amazing that you lived through times before television, the cinema, cars, heck, even steam trains would have still been in their infancy when you were growing up.”

“Didn’t seem odd to us at the time.”