Chapter 9Spring 2002
The lid of the chest was opened, and light flooded in as blankets were picked up and placed carefully aside. Wills had always been careful with his things.
“I know I kept them…Ah!” He took Davis out of the chest, and suddenly I was in his hands, and he was stroking over my seams and pewter buttons as he had the first day we’d met.
“You’re gonna be perfect!”
As Wills drew me on over his long legs, I was startled to feel a raised curl of scar tissue on his calf. What had happened since the last time he’d worn me?
He did up the buttons of my fly, then stepped into a pair of running shoes and pulled a Georgetown U. sweatshirt on over his head.
Davis! I saw him lying across the foot of the bed and became less anxious, though I didn’t recognize the sweatshirt or the ru
