I want him to make love to me. I do. But what if, when he…?
Joe closed his eyes, afraid to look at Derek as he approached the bed.
“Hey,” Derek said softly, sitting beside him. “We don’t have to do this if you’ve changed your mind.”
“It’s…I haven’t. But what if I panic, or freeze, or…?” The mere idea that it could happen was enough to make Joe wonder if he should send Derek away.
“We’ll take it slow,” Derek replied. “If you say stop, I will.” He pushed a lock of hair off Joe’s forehead. “You’re the most important person in my life, bar none. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
“I know.” Joe touched the hem of the T-shirt Derek had worn to sleep in, but didn’t pull it up. “I want…Can I…?”
“It would be a good start,” Derek replied, smiling.
Joe sat up so he could pull the shirt
