We laughed.
Walt shook his head. “In my book, really, there’s no such thing as getting lost. It’s only a chance to see more. See something wonderful. People travel with too many agendas and schedules. I like to wander, see what life throws my way.”
“I like that,” I said softly. I leaned across the center console and kissed him deeply. Our tongues dueled, and we heated up again quickly. But then I had a vision of Boutros looking out the window at a little car parked in front, rocking on its axis.
I pressed a hand to Walt’s chest. “If I could, I’d ask you to come up. But Boutros and I are staying with a couple. And it’s only a tiny one-bedroom.” I raised my eyebrows. “But that bedroom should be available to us in the morning.”
That got a smile out of Walt. “Then so it shall be.” He kissed me again—quickly, softly. “Good night.”
I opened the passenger door. “Sleep tight. Sweet dreams.”
As I was about to exit, Walt placed a hand over mine. “I know I’ll dream of you.”
I looked back at him, smiling uncertainly.
“You’re all I think about since I first found you on that street in Bath. It stands to reason that my subconscious is filled with you.”
Sweet as this sentiment was, it also caused a smidgen of worry. I think it was more common sense than my inability to graciously take a compliment that told me Walt was going a bit overboard.
We hadn’t known each other long at all. And while I would agree there was some magic happening, I’d also learned that caution wasn’t such a bad thing when it came to new relationships. And we couldn’t really even say we had a relationship. Not yet!
Maybe I was just exhausted and yearning desperately for sleep. Maybe my head was speaking to me over my heart.
Whatever it was, something told me it was time to say good night, once and for all. Tomorrow, and whatever would come after tomorrow, would help me determine if this magic was real—or if it was two sets of hormones, calling to each other in the night, on holiday.
I squeezed Walt’s hand and let go. “I’ll see you in the morning. Why don’t you plan on around ten? That way, we can be sure to have the place to ourselves.”
We kissed once more. I slipped out of the car and stood on the sidewalk, watching Walt drive away. I wondered where he was going.
I wondered wherewewere going.
Chapter 8
“OH HONEY,I could lie here all day,” Walt lazily stroked my hair and then got up on one elbow to plant a kiss on my forehead.
We lay together on Teddy and Philip’s bed. The sun warmed the sheets as much as the aftereffect of Walt’s and my lovemaking. The day outside was clear. Through the open window came the whoosh of traffic and bird cries. The sunlight fell in golden slats across the white linen tangled around our limbs. I imagined us as a Herb Ritts poster or the cover of theAdvocatemagazine, both images in black and white, playing up the brightness and the shadows.
My afterglow, though, was a bit harshed by Walt’s wish to laze here all day. I couldn’t imagine such a possibility without also letting in the reality that Boutros would eventually walk in on us, trailed by Teddy and Philip. “What have we here?” he might ask, feigning wonder. “Little Miss Mary Poppins got her cherry popped—for the hundredth time.”
And yet another red-faced moment would occur.
“A day in bed. Wouldn’t that be nice?” I snuggled closer to Walt, nestling my head in the crook between his chin and shoulder. “If only I could wave a magic wand and make it so….”
Walt reached down to give my own magic wand a little squeeze. It lifted its head at the attention, ready to proudly wave once more. But I didn’t know how long my friends would be gone.
I laughed. “Nice as this is, we should get up, get ready, get out. We have places to go, buns to eat.”
“Mmm….” Walt caressed me, moving his hand from my cock to my ass. “Yes, indeed.”
I could tell we wavered dangerously close to a fire being ignited once more. And as much as I yearned for those flames, I yearned even more not to be caught in a compromising position with Walt.
With a mighty display of will, I managed to untangle myself from him and the lovely warm sheets and sit up. “Shall we shower together?”
“They actually have a shower?” Walt asked.
“They do. All the modern conveniences. Come on!” I hopped from the bed.
We headed for the shower with me promising myself over and over, “I will not drop the soap. I will not drop the soap.”
