Chapter SevenAfternoon found them on the porch again, watching squirrels cavort in the trees.
“So, should we get you moved into the guest room for tonight?” Lucius asked.
William looked at him, clearly taken aback by the question.
“You really must think I’m hideous,” he sniffed. “Can’t even stand to be near me, huh?”
Lucius grumbled under his breath. “Look, you have to stop doing that. I’ve been honest with you; you know that I find you insanely hot, and I would be all over you if it’s what you wanted. But you don’t want that. So why put on the big mopey act when I ask about moving you to the other bed? You can’t keep doing this, William.”
William looked hurt.
“I don’t mean to be that way. I just meant--” he was stopped by the sudden appearance of tears in his eyes. He sniffed, and w
