They lay naked in the moonlight, Lathe’s arm draped over Anjelo’s waist. He leaned in for a kiss, the kind he wanted to last forever, but Anjelo slowly withdrew to gaze at his face, knowing something wasn’t quite right.
“What’s wrong, Lathe?”
“Nothing really,” Lathe said with a soft smile. “It’ll keep.”
“Well…okay, but I’m willing to talk anytime.”
“I know.”
With a soft smile Anjelo glided his hand over Lathe’s King of Sin tattoo, and said, “Have I ever told you that I love you?”
“I believe I’ve heard it once or twice.”
“How about you?”
“I do too…you.” He felt Anjelo stiffen, and said quickly. “Anjelo, give me time. I’ll come around, I promise. There are just some things I have to get past first. I hope you understand.”
“All right. I guess. If you say so.”
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