And Yet AgainYou open your eyes to the soft light of early morning, fearing last night was an enchanting dream and praying it was not. You turn your head…and there he is, lying on his belly, naked torso half turned to you, eyes closed in slumber. A tingle, born in your belly, sparks its way south to your core. The rhythmic rush of his soft breath, as delicate as the scent of lilacs invading the room, is all that disturbs the deep silence.
Good Lord! Have you bedded a minor? The smooth curve of his jaw is unblurred by the shadow of a beard. The closed lids with long sable lashes might well be a girl’s. The sideburns curl a little at the end, lending credence this is but a lovely child.
But you recall your meeting last evening at a bar. You discerned the figure of a man beneath the cable k
