I’d been especially cautious on the way home to make sure we hadn’t been followed. Though I was certain we hadn’t, I nevertheless ushered Brandon into the house once we arrived. I was self-aware enough to recognize that it wasn’t all protectiveness. I was anxious, excited even, to get him into my bed.
Brandon stayed close to my side as I unlocked the front door, and moved with me into the living room. I could see the uncertainty and the nervousness on his face. I took his hand, pulling him in as I sat on the couch. He sat beside me, and when I encouraged it, curled into my side. I loved feeling him there, his weight and his warmth against me, and I simply sat and breathed, soaking it in for several long moments.
“Jared?” Brandon finally spoke. “I thought we were going to…”
I suppressed
