Chapter 10
Ben didn’t kiss Lennon when Lennon woke up the next morning. It wasn’t easy. He wanted to. Everything in him wanted to grab onto his beautiful, brilliant man and wake him up by reminding him exactly what they had. The only problem was that they didn’t really have it anymore, last night notwithstanding.
He accompanied Lennon down to the pool and watched him swim, admiring how that gorgeous body cut through the water. He’d been allowed to touch that body last night. Last night had been a breath of cold and fresh air in a decade of stifling, swampy misery. It still shouldn’t have happened. Sure, technically Lennon had initiated, by touching Ben’s face.
Ben had started the kissing. He’d known where it would lead, or at least suspected. He should have been stronger. He should have
