Chapter 8Gethin
That had been a surprising and lovely outcome to the weekend, Gethin thought as he settled in front of the ten o’clock news with a cup of tea. A surprise hike with a really nice bloke. And…some of the hottest kissing he’d done for years. He pulled a face pensively…maybe the hottest kissing he’d ever done.
He took an absent sip of his tea as he rewound the day through his mind and winced at the nuclear temperature of his drink. He couldn’t say whether Martin was his usual type, because he didn’t have a usual type anymore—he’d been married and monogamous and that was that. He’d been with a few blokes whilst he was at college—not as many as he’d been with girls, but enough to know what he liked in bed and be comfortable with the idea he was on both buses. It wasn’t something
