I smile and move my head up, wincing in pain. Maybe falling asleep while sitting upright wasn’t the best idea at my advanced age.
“Are you alright?” Worry crosses Izzy’s sweet face. “I would offer to rub your neck but…” He holds up his cast.
“No worries. I’m just a little stiff from sleeping like that.”
“I get a little stiff while sleeping, too.” He giggles.
Don’t look, don’t look at his lap.
I do, and he’s right. He’s a little stiff.
“Naughty boy,” I tease.
He smiles and then frowns. “If you fell asleep, how will we know how the movie ended?”
“Oh, he ran to the airport before she left to go back home, but she had already decided to stay, so they met by the baggage claim and engaged in indecent behavior.”
He giggles. “I bet they just kissed.”
“Fine,” I grumble. “Still, everyone was watching them.”
“Not an exhibitionist?” he teases.
“Not at all.”
“Makes sense with your—never mind.” Izzy reaches for the remote. “Let’s start this one over.”
“With my what?”
“Um… You don’t like affection,” he says, but I don’t think that’s what he meant to say.
“I don’t like affection? So I’ve been miserable while you slept on my lap?”
“No, not like that, but affection in public.”
“And how do you know that?”
“You pushed me away when I tried at the club.” He turns his head.
“Izzy. Look at me.” He doesn’t look. “Come on, sweet boy.” He looks. “I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea, but I enjoy being touched. I miss being touched. This is perfect.”
He smiles wide and then reaches his uninjured hand up to my face. I close my eyes, ready to lean into his touch.
“I miss being touched too.”
“You’re young still. Why don’t you go out and date?”
“Because boys my age are only after one thing.”
“Forever?” I tease.
“My tight ass.”
It is a nice ass.
“I’m sorry that it’s hard for you.”
“That’s why I’m looking for an older man.”