Page 49 of The Best of Times
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Sharing.”
“It’s a violation.”
“May I have your consent?”
Aron stared into Paul’s twinkling eyes. A smirk drifted over his lips.
I’m fucked.
Aron narrowed his eyes. “Granted.”
They kissed. Aron felt Paul’s heartbeat through his thin shirt as they pressed together. All his plans were firmly out of the window. He needed to be naked with his man. As quickly as humanly possible.
So much for the plan.
Aron staggered away.
“Okay. I have an idea,” Aron said.
Paul wiped his lip with his thumb and smiled. “What would that be?”
Damn you are sexy, Paul Higgs.
“We bail individually from the party. I’ll go first. You follow in say, twenty minutes.”
“I like it so far. What are you going to say?”
Hopefully Granny would be far too giddy to be her usual scrutinising self.
Who was he trying to kid?
“I’ll think of something.”
He went to head into the club. Paul stayed him with a hand on his arm.
“Are you sure?”
With absolute resolution, Aron nodded. “You?”
Paul grinned. “I was sure when I heard you were coming home for the wedding.”
“You are full of it.”
He broke away and kissed Paul again.
“Now go about your mission, soldier, and we’ll rendezvous in sixty minutes.”
“Where?”
“Where else? The Nickleby of course.”
As he ran toward the door to the club, he doubled back on himself. This time he managed to get the coat off, which he thrust into a confused Paul’s hands.
“Give me five minutes before following me back inside.”
As he took each step, he asked himself what he thought he was doing. He couldn’t even blame the booze. He hadn’t had that many cocktails.
