Jonah’s rambling reverberated in his mind, yet Sean would rather not say anything about whether there were more aliens or not. At least not yet. There would be times when things had calmed down, when he and Jonah could talk more about things with clearer heads.
So he fell silent. Jonah was quiet, too. Only the faint rustling sounds of the blanket in Jonah’s hands filled the air, interposed by both of their soft breathing. Sean was lost in his own thoughts and he nearly missed Jonah’s whisper.
“Sean, won’t you touch me?”
Sean nearly cursed himself for being so insensitive, so hesitant and careful toward Jonah’s feelings that he didn’t immediately tend to Jonah’s need for solace only he could provide. He should’ve known the real reason Jonah had hastened to get inside Sean’s house. He mus
