“I wonder if it’s necessary for us to feel quite so lonely while I’m visiting,” Alain said. “I wonder that quite a bit, actually.”
Simon studied the hand on his knee for a beat, though it wasn’t completely unusual. Alain often became casually affectionate the more he drank. And Simon didn’t have any problem with being touched. But this felt a little different somehow.
“I haven’t felt lonely since your arrival.”
“Neither have I. I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”
“Weeks? Earlier you made it sound like this was a more recent decision as you planned for the holiday.”
“Oh. Did I?” Alain grimaced, though he didn’t pull back from where he touched Simon. “Well, I suppose I’ve been found out then.”
“Yes, you have. But I can forgive you for deceiving me. If you had a good reason.”