“We should, too,” Richard suggested when Shorty disappeared from view.
Mick hesitated before replying, then said, “I can sleep on the sofa.”
“No way in hell. We have a perfectly good bed and we’re going to share it.” He got up, waiting for Mick to stand as well. When he didn’t, Richard said, “All we’ll do is sleep, I promise. I’m not going to try anything.” Not that I don’t want to, but it wouldn’t mean anything, the way things are right now. Well, good s*x, but…no. When we made love it was just that—sharing our love. If we can’t have that, it’s not worth it.
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Mick stood, wondering if this was a good idea. That he trusted Richard was a given at this point. Still…Two men who cared for each other, in bed together? Can we really sleep and nothing more? He considered that as he got
