Chapter 19

After the last bite, Frank took the plate back and wiped off the stray crumbs with his thumb. Fresh heat surged through John as Frank sucked them away. He had to stretch and roll his neck to pretend the simple action didn’t make him want to grab onto Frank and never let go.

“You remember how we used to spend all day Saturday up here?” Frank’s tone was soft in contemplation, his body following suit as he slouched down in the chair like he was watching a movie. “I miss those days.”

“We can still see whatever we want.” John mirrored his pose, mostly because it allowed his thigh to brush against Frank’s. He stole these touches whenever he could, casual and innocent to the outside eye, fuel for his fantasies when he was alone. If he noticed, Frank never objected. There were even some times when John wondered if Frank encouraged it, placing them in situations that made such contact more natural. “Plus, not having to sneak in anymore is a big bonus.”