Trust - Page 96

He covered me up with the duvet and shuffled closer so my head was resting on his shoulder.

“Poor Mr Snuggles is scandalised,” I mumbled.

“I’m sure he is.” He pressed his lips to my head.

“I’ve…never…you know?”

Confessions.

“Reubs, I’ve never fucked you either. It’s all new for both of us. Sex is just another thing we have to figure out. You need to know what makes me tick. I need to figure out what makes you tick.”

Condom. I clumsily got it away from my limp dick and shoved it off the edge of the bed. Squirmed at the sound it made against the floor.

“Very unhygienic.” He giggled.

“That cleaner sounds like a good idea now.”

“Nah. We’ll manage.”

I was tired. Yet…

“Did you really…you know…enjoy that?”

“Did you?” he countered. Cheeky little shit.

“Dead,” I said. I couldn’t stop smiling.

“See? Sex is really good. There are so many things I want to show you, and I mean? Reuben?”

“Yeah?”

“Mind blown. You’re hot!”

“Shut up.”

“No. You’re, like, really hot. You make me tick. Just being you.”

“Thanks.” What else could I say? I smiled. Held him. Let my fingers dance over his skin.

“I like this,” he mumbled into my hair. “I like the life we could live here.”

“We will live here,” I corrected. Because I could see it now, clear as anything. Him. Me. This bed. This house. My little car parked outside.

I could feel it too. His skin against mine.

Trust.

“Trust me,” I whispered.

“I do,” he whispered back.

Ordinary futures

GRAHAM

Life moved on, and it was slightly terrifying how easy it was. I kept waking up thinking that today would be the day when we fucked it all up. Instead?

My life turned into another ordinary day. Just him and me. And work. I was smiling despite the rain pelting down outside and Reuben being on an early shift.