Chapter 38

“A few years ago, yes, maybe. But not very often anymore.”

“Well, if it was just last year that you got that DWI…”

Marco didn’t answer. He was fast asleep. Dean tried to rouse him, but no luck. He covered his lover with a blanket and went upstairs to spend the night alone.

* * * *

At some time in the early morning hours, a very sheepish Marco crawled into bed next to Dean. He nuzzled his lover, rubbing his nose against Dean’s and kissing him softly on the cheek. But Dean didn’t respond, as he was out cold. Marco put his arm around him and fell asleep.

Later, much later, with the sun already high in the sky, Dean woke up and found Marco next to him. For a brief moment he considered sliding out of bed, throwing his stuff in his bag and heading on home. But he knew he couldn’t do it. And the frantic phone calls from Marco would be more difficult to deal with than the talk he knew they had to have.