Davie started to say, “I wish we were more,” stopping before the words left his mouth. We’re here to do a job. When it’s over…Yeah, that will be the end of it. We’ll probably never see each other again. So instead, he said, “I’m okay, now. You can go back to bed.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Vin replied. “I like it right where I am.” When Davie tried to move away, not an easy proposition in the small bed, Vin put his hand on his shoulder, pushing down so that Davie had to roll onto his back. Leaning on one elbow, Vin traced the line of Davie’s jaw with his knuckle while saying, “I’ll admit it. When I kissed you, it was only because you dared me. Problem is, I liked it, but I decided that would be the first and last time.”
“Why?”
“You’re a good kid. You don’t need me fucking up your life.”
“I’m not a kid,” Davie protested. “I’m only two years younger than you.”