Chapter 6
As their bodies recovered, Rob lay spread across the width of the bed. He’d curled into Lee as the younger man turned onto his side. Both of them dozed. Now Rob lay while Lee slumbered, Rob weaving his fingers into the ends of Lee’s hair, against the sweaty heat at the base of his scalp.
Rob knew what Lee would want when he opened his eyes. He’d want Rob to speak of love, but Rob had never used those words. When he thought about it, he realised it was because he’d never had a reason to do so. He’d never met the right person. This young man wasn’t Michael’s son, but oddly, he was a connection to the only other man Rob had loved.
Rob hadn’t minded having a much older boy around to act as his big brother. Robert could admit to being quite a fastidious child, and although he hadn’
