“WHAT’S THE PLAN FOR tomorrow?” Jamie asked on Sunday afternoon as he played with the little locks of hair that curled at Callum’s forehead. They were on the bed, the sheets kicked down to the foot. The afternoon sunshine was warm on Jamie’s bare skin and made him pine for a beach holiday.
“Mmm?” Callum asked, lazy with Jamie’s gentle touches.
“At work. Tomorrow. With you and me?” Jamie said. Callum had two little freckles, right at the corner of his left eye. Jamie hadn’t noticed them before this weekend. “I’m not asking for anything,” he hastened to add. “I just don’t want to screw up.”
“I hardly think you could do that.” Callum smiled at him, his eyes still closed. “But it’s a fair question. And you shouldn’t be afraid of asking for things if you do want them.”
“Well, yes, but.” Jam
