“I thought he’d never let me out,” Mitch said a minute later, stretching out on the blanket. He was, of course, naked. There hadn’t been room in the basket for clothes.
Mitch had also thought that if John got to see his muscles in full daylight, it might be another reason for him to stick around once the summer was over.
“Sandwich?” John said, offering him one.
“Thanks.”
“Odd that Teddy didn’t want one.”
“Why did you feed him my crisps?” Mitch asked through a mouthful of bread and ham.
“Morwenna was right about you,” John said, grinning at him.
Mitch remembered the conversation in her kitchen on that fateful day—the day he’d discovered Ben was still with him through John.
Mitch swallowed his mouthful of food. He needed to say this before he chickened out, again.
“John, I…”
“You know, it’s very difficult for me to hold a real conversation with you when all your beautiful bits are on display like that.”
“John, please.” Mitch wasn’t in the mood for humour. Not yet at least.