"Do you want to talk about it?" Gosto asked gently as he poured steaming tea into my cup.

I had spent the entire night in his bed and most of it wrapped in his arms. I woke with my cheek resting against the solid wall of his chest, my hand splayed across the hard ridges of his abdomen. It was new, this kind of intimacy. New and deeply comforting. I hadn’t expected to fall asleep like that, to stay like that, and certainly not to wake up still tethered to him by touch and warmth. Yet, not ...