Chapter 11

Aaron moved to the head of the table and a new scent began to envelop Brett—some kind of citrus. It reminded him of summertime and being young with his whole life before him—that long-forgotten sense of freedom and hope. He smiled, then sighed.

Hands began massaging his neck, flowing down to his shoulders then back up to his head. Muscles melted under the strength of those fingers. While one hand caressed one side of his neck, the other held his head. This was repeated on the other side. Gently, his head was placed back on the table and fingers began rubbing his temples and scalp. Brett didn’t know how this could feel even more intimate than anything before, but it did. It was absolute bliss. Finally, the hands stopped their ministrations and tenderly cupped his head, holding it with such reverence. Together they breathed into absolute stillness. This time in the stillness, Brett found only love.