Chapter 7Waking up with a warm body pressed into his side was an entirely new experience for Ben. There had been other men, the occasional wanderer through the land, but none had ever spent more than an hour or two in his home, and never had they crossed his bedroom’s threshold. They were merely trysts, encounters meant as physical release and nothing else. Alonzo was the first partner he had ever invited to his bed, the only man he had ever trusted enough to fall asleep next to.
He regarded the fine slope of the man’s nose in the soft dawn light. His hands itched to touch. He had not anticipated Alonzo agreeing to his advances, not after the incident at the presidio, but the surprise had been a delight, each moment they shared in the darkness something to hold onto and treasure. He neede
