Chapter 4

Martin cupped Colin’s face. “I didn’t mean it. Not like that.”

Colin’s arms came around Martin and pulled him close. Nuzzling his neck, Colin whispered, “I know.”

They spent a couple of moments of silent communication, Martin listening to Colin’s slow, steady breaths, his own more rapid and uneven. Unconsciously, Martin began to run his fingers through Colin’s shoulder-length hair. He loved Colin’s long hair. It was silky, smooth, straight, and just so soft. Martin knew factually the hair was brown, as were Colin’s eyes, but as he’d been born blind, the colour meant nothing to him.