Following their shared shower, they lay in bed together, naked in each other’s arms. Stone smelled their combined sweat on the sheet and comforter. He listened to the wind and snow outside, whipping against the Tudor.
“Are you upset that all of your guests cancelled?” Cameron asked, kissing Stone’s forehead, holding the man close to him.
“Not really. I’m glad they’re safe from the storm. I would have hated to see them drive here and have an accident. Besides, there’s always next month to read and discuss a Robert Riley novel.”
“That’s selfless of you. Hearing you say things like that only makes me like you more.”
“I’m not done yet,” Stone laughed. “Here’s the heavy stuff.”
“I can hardly wait.”
In the bedroom’s dim light, Stone turned his gaze to Cameron’s and concentrated on the man’
