“It is,” Jasper said. “It’s also the minimum.”
Bennett’s mouth curved, small and real. “You have high standards.”
“I learned the hard way,” Jasper replied.
Bennett was quiet for a long moment. Then he said, “I want to try.”
The words landed.
Jasper did not hide his smile. “That’s all I am asking.”
Bennett stepped closer. Not rushed. Not hesitant either. He reached out and touched Jasper’s wrist, grounding himself.
“This,” Bennett said, gesturing between them, “is still new.”
“I know.”
“And I might be slow.”
“I know.”
“And I might overthink everything.”
Jasper laughed softly. “I definitely know.”
Bennett took a breath. “But I don’t want to stop.”
Jasper’s chest warmed. “Neither do I.”
Bennett leaned in first this time.
The kiss was different. Less explosive. More certain. Jasper felt the intention in it, the choice. Bennett’s hand slid from his shoulder down his chest, exploring with new confidence. Jasper’s breath hitched when Bennett’s fingers traced the waistband of his jeans.
Jasper kissed him back slowly, deeply, tongue sliding against Bennett’s until they were both breathing hard. His hands mapped the planes of Bennett’s back, pulling him closer until their hips pressed together. The friction made Bennett groan into his mouth.
When they pulled apart, Bennett rested his forehead briefly against Jasper’s, both of them flushed and wanting.
“Okay,” Bennett murmured.
Jasper smiled.
They did not go further. Not yet. They sat together on the bed instead, shoulders touching, quiet and easy.
Later, when the lights were off and the world pressed in softly, Jasper lay awake and smiled into the dark.
This was happening.
Not recklessly. Not secretly.
But honestly.
And that made all the difference.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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Bennett woke with Jasper’s arm across his waist.
