“Our first night in the house after the gate was rehung.”
“You’d warned me as we walked through we were risking romance.”
“I’ll take that risk, you said. But you wouldn’t risk sleeping upstairs. Crashing on the couch to be near the front door was the plan, because you were scared.”
“I don’t remember scared. I do remember that plan changed.”
* * * *
“Titus…?”
The sun had set, spring days not yet summertime long, even if the temperature down south made it feel like they should be.
“Yeah.” Startled only for a second, Titus tightened the towel around his waist, then turned from the speckled mirror above the mid-century oval porcelain basin to find fidgety Ezra at the bathroom door.
“You okay?”
“I am. Why?”
“You always shower with the door wide open?” From his shoe making swipes in lo
