WHEN THEY GOT BACK to Lil’s place, Trevor took her hand, leading her down the hallway and to the bathroom where they shared in a warm, relaxing shower. Emerging some time later, and after dressing, they’d wandered to the kitchen. This new closeness between them was too fresh, too new, and Lil didn’t know what rules this once again adopted side of their relationship would involve.
For now, they were content to remain silent as they ate the beef stew she had left cooking all day in the crock-pot.
When the meal was over and dishes washed, they sat at the small kitchen table sipping tea. Lil knew there were things that needed to be said, but was afraid to break the magic spell they had been under for the past few hours.
“I hate tea.” Trevor interrupted the silence, staring down into his mug
