Chapter 3For most of the drive home, Mark paid more attention to his rearview mirror, checking to see if Hal was still following, than on the road ahead. He had to wake up at some point. None of this could be real. His fantasies about what it would be like to touch Hal without punishment had fueled too many lonely hours, and yet, here they were, about to come to fruition. Or he assumed so, anyway.
Neither one of them had mentioned anything specific. The circumstances didn’t allow it. But on the way out to their cars, Hal had walked at Mark’s side, and, just before they parted, touched the side of Mark’s hand. His fingertips had been rough and callused, exactly like he’d always imagined, but the caress had been gentle, almost tentative, so like Hal’s shy smile Mark had fought the urge to s
