Chapter 17

A thrill of joy spread through Howie. Was this really happening? Or was it just too good to be true? Had Howie imagined Matthew’s intense response to their lovemaking the night before? Was this the kismet Ernie had talked about? Howie hoped so.

Howie reached out and tentatively ran his hand over the tangled hair on Matthew’s chest. Matthew moaned softly and stretched. He didn’t open his eyes, and his soft snores continued. No, Howie concluded. Matthew wanted this as much as Howie did.

But he must be careful. Matthew must take the lead. Whatever was to develop had to come at Matthew’s pace. Howie sensed whatever it was that had kept Matthew from experiencing love and a physical relationship, Matthew needed to resolve it on his own. Howie shouldn’t push. He must let Matthew work it out. When he looked down at Matthew’s swollen organ that lay nestled in the dense patch of reddish hair, however, he decided a little nudge in the right direction wouldn’t hurt.