Chapter 6
Dez sat up on the bed, pushing back the covers. Naked, his flesh went rough with goosebumps. In the dim light from the streetlamps outside, he saw Fran move about, then look toward him.
“Dez?” Fran leaned up on one elbow, his face creased from the pillows, and his usually neat hair rumpled.
“I’m here.” Dez perched on the edge of the mattress and turned on the bedside lamp.
“Are you going someplace? Or just the loo?”
“I thought maybe I should leave.”
“What for? You live upstairs anyway. You can stay. I’d like you to stay.” He moved forward, pressing himself against Dez’s back. He put his arms around Dez’s shoulders and leaned in to kiss him when Dez turned his head to meet him halfway. “I’d really like you to stay.”
“I’m not sure I…I don’t think I deserve this. Any of this.
