An hour later, we were halfway through a show about the origins of Buddhism as I lay on the couch with Trenton on top of me so I could rub his lower back. It was romantic, actually, the lights low as we relaxed against each other and let things slowly build. I loved the way he fit so well against me, his weight perfect, the scent of him drawing me in.
“You know we both have to get up early in the morning, right?” he murmured, lifting his head to look at me.
I stroked his cheek with my fingers, “I know. I’ll be leaving here in an hour or so. How about we do some more work on the house next weekend? If you have to work on Saturday at Java Maven, I can still come over and get started on some stuff, spend the night, and be here to work with you on Sunday. If that’s okay with you.”
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