Chapter 17

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“Your ankle,” Rob reminded him.

“Fuck the ankle,” Lee said. “That is…” He ended the sentence on a giggle. They’d progressed to Robert’s bedroom. Lee had giggled the moment Rob asked, “Your bedroom or mine?” He needed to get the laughter under control, but so far Rob didn’t seem to mind. Lee chose Rob’s bedroom, a difficult choice.

He longed to have Rob in his bed so that, should the time come when he must move out, he could take the bed with him, knowing they’d had sex in it. Silly idea, juvenile almost, not to be helped, but for tonight he selected Rob’s bed, indulging fantasies about slipping between the covers during the night, having sex with Rob while the man remained half-asleep. In those fantasies Rob woke, thinking the experience nothing more than a delicious erotic dream, so no comeback, no Rob throwing him out. Now, even if they only had sex this once, Lee couldn’t pass up the chance to tumble in those sheets for real.