“You just want to get me into bed.”
Seb’s beautiful smile gave the summer sunshine a bit of competition. “Anything wrong with that?”
“Nothing at all.”
Seb no longer clung when they rode together, though he kept his hands on Henri’s waist. Down the winding curves they rode, curves Henri had avoided at first. Seb leaned left and right, keeping pace with Henri, his laughter ringing in Henri’s ear.
How could he leave here? He’d felt more at home in Sebastian’s old house than in his marvel of glass and marble back in LA. And certainly more so than at the parental home he vowed never to set foot in again.
He leaned back, resting against Sebastian. With helmets on, passing motorists couldn’t tell they were both male. And besides, this was Colorado. Maybe not as open-minded as California, but damned close.
The ride wiped away Henri’s fears for tomorrow. He relaxed in the moment, being king of the world, with his Harley, his Sebastian, and millions of miles of open road.
He’d worry about tomorrow tomorrow.
