They clung together for what felt like an age until Robert moved. Milo missed his weight. He brushed Milo’s hair back. “Did I hurt you?”
“Dreadfully,” Milo said, smiling up at him.
Robert smiled into his eyes. “Have you ever done that before?”
“Hundreds of times. Couldn’t you tell?”
Robert bent and kissed him. “I could.” He kissed him again; soft kisses in the shade of the tree amid the sounds of birdsong and the buzzing of bees. Milo kissed him back and awkwardly stroked the back of his head.