Being with Raf was like that, too. When they made love, whether it sweet and tender, or hot and dirty, the connection between them was something he’d never experienced. It was never just sex with Raf. It was a blending of their entire beings, as their wants and needs became fused and they flew together.
Dustin still couldn’t get over Raf’s surprise gift that morning. Of all things he could have given Dustin, the propeller was the perfect item and he couldn’t wait to hang it above the bed. Theirbed. He was already thinking of his house as theirs. He needed to get up his nerve and ask Raf to move in. Dustin tried to remember when the man’s lease was up and made a mental note to ask him later.
* * * *
About twenty miles out of Ripon, Wisconsin, he handed the papers to Raf. “Start on page six, please, where it says something like ‘approaching Ripon.’”