Chapter 80
They kissed again, their come merging, gluing them together as they squeezed one another, both shuddering.
And then Vito rolled off Henry. He stared up at the ceiling for a long time as his breathing returned to normal. Henry wondered what he was thinking about. Was he feeling the same kind of ecstasy now coursing through Henry’s veins, or was something more melancholy asserting itself under those unreadable features? Henry studied Vito’s face in profile but couldn’t read his expression. To Henry, he merely looked tired.
After a long while, Vito spoke. “That was the first time.”
Henry wondered for a moment what he meant. For himself, Henry would have to say that was about his own third time, but he knew Vito had to be a lot more experienced than that.
And then it dawned on him. Of course. “Since—”
Vito turned toward him, putting the back of his hand against Henry’s cheek. “Yeah. Since Kevin.” He shrugged. “I couldn’t bring myself to be close to another man after he was gone.”