'They seem like nice boys. I wasn't expecting to get lumbered with more people right now though. I get the point of it, but I wish we had this time alone really.' Sam looked at Tom with a mixture of sadness and want.
Tom smiled. 'I know babe, but it's not like we'd have time for much loving anyway. If you'd let me tell them it might be a little easier?'
'I'm not saying we can't, it's just all of a sudden we've gone from lovers to mates to telling our teams, then the Council, and now we are expected to be poster boys for gay relationships. We don't even know what's going on with those lads. Mark has his suspicions, and he may well be right, but I don't want to scare them if they aren't.'
Tom reached the car and leaned back against it. 'I don't think they'd be scared. Even if Mark is wron
