Chapter 7
“Dance with me.” Phillip heard the whisper clearly in the silent room. Gary meant dance with him without music through the living room, into the short hall leading to the bedroom. He followed mute.
“Cat got your tongue,” Gary teased, with more gentleness than he’d hereto exhibited.
No. You have. Or you plan to.
Phillip didn’t quite know what he was going to do about that. He didn’t know if he wanted this, if he could go through with it, and after…After, Gary would want to talk. He’d have questions. Phillip would do anything to silence those questions.
“You’ve got a good body.” Gary had unbuttoned the oil-slick shirt for him. “A little too lean, but all you need is to put on a little weight, lift a few kilograms.”
How many kilograms did Gary weigh? Phillip’s lips twitched, b
