“I was teasing,” Ansel said, giving him a fast hug before leaning back on his hands, staring into the fire.
Yeah, I was teasing, but it doesn’t make it any less true. I’d like to find out if we’re compatible on that level. We seem to be otherwise. Being with him, but not touching, more than a hug, and only then when we’ve got layers of clothes on…It could get real frustrating. Get? Hell, it is, although I won’t let him know. Obviously he’s not ready to even consider the idea. He glanced at Hugh, catching him watching at him with a contemplative look in his eye. Or maybe…
Ansel sat up, stretched, and yawned. “I think it’s time to hit the sack. We have a busy day tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? How about every day? It seems like we’re going nonstop from dawn to dusk, with almost no down-time.” Hugh
