Chapter 6Week 2, Sunday
Lachlan
Something about the way Taran woke—one moment cuddled warmly against me, the next a bundle of tension—made me wonder about his past boyfriends. I’d been lying there lazily enjoying the novelty of a morning cuddle, vaguely aware that I’d be wanting a piss soon but nowhere near requiring an end to the cuddle, and then: this. “Shh,” I said, though he hadn’t made a sound. “This is nice. Stay a minute?”
He relaxed, slowly, as if it were a conscious effort. I had one arm wrapped around him. With my free hand I stroked an errant lock of hair off his face. He moved his head to make eye contact. “Hi?”
“Good morning. It’s not seven yet.”
Taran relaxed more. We’d need to move soon, but not immediately. The public gate opened at nine, vendors’ gate an hour before;
