Chapter 12

Solomon came awake and rolled over to face Mikhail. He placed a hand behind Mikhail’s head and pulled him close, kissing and holding it for a few seconds. “Good morning. I slept very well the whole night through. That’s a first in a long time. I’ve missed you so much, my friend.” After the kiss, he sniffed Mikhail’s hair. “You always smelled so wonderful, so masculine.”

Mikhail rested his head on Solomon’s chest. “I love you. Never stopped.”

“I was a fool.”

“You’re my fool.” They kissed again.

One of Solomon’s roommates, an African named Dakarai, passed and said in an appealing accent, “Is he really here, or am I hallucinating?”

Solomon grinned. “What are you talking about? No one else is here. What have you been smoking?”

He leaned close. “Did you two do it last night? I heard nothing.”

Solomon shook his head.

“You both must be busting at the seams. I couldn’t sleep with someone without doing it. Yes, that is the term, doing it?”