Chapter 8Week 3, Sunday
Lachlan
Dinner was different: a selection of cold salads, with plenty of water instead of the Riesling we’d had with last week’s Thai feast. Bed was different, too. I had a feeling Taran would offer to bottom again, but he’d clearly been shaken by the incident with Ariel’s stalker of an ex. I didn’t want him to feel anything but relaxed and comforted and safe. So while we did eventually get off, it happened slowly, gently, hands busy while we kissed. I hadn’t asked him for any background on exactly why the incident (or simply the scenario) was a trigger. It wasn’t truly any of my business, so I didn’t plan to ask him at all.
He told me anyway, very early Sunday morning. I’d roused with an erection again, which at my age is quite pleasing. Took myself to the loo,
