Chapter 14

Charlie stirred and then seemed to go quite still. Harry swallowed. He hoped that he didn’t regret it. Men got funny when they regretted sexual congress with another man and seldom wanted to be faced with their transgression. Charlie’s head came up. He blinked a couple of times and then his face dissolved into that beautiful, shy, lopsided smile and Harry relaxed.

“Did I lean on you the whole night?” Charlie whispered.

“You did.”

“That must have been damnably uncomfortable,” he said, not moving.

“Not a bit.” They smiled at each other. Soft morning smiles that held the reflection of the night before, flushed cheeks that recalled the pleasure and rekindled the delight.

Charlie moved off him. Harry followed and rolled him onto his back. He pulled the blankets around them as he did so because the fire had dwindled to almost nothing and there was a distinct chill. Charlie went willingly and opened his legs so that Harry could lay between them and then wrapped his arms around him.