And for the briefest of moments, like a zap of electricity, our hands collided on the knob, his landing on top of mine.
I heard him gasp audibly, before he quickly retracted his hand, smiled awkwardly and said, “After you.”
God, had I just scared him off?
Had I moved too rashly?
Had I ruined my chances of discreetly touching him again?
I’d have to choose my moments wisely, be smart about when and how I seized my opportunities.
I’d have to be content with the slightest of contact, the tiniest of touches, nothing that could ever be construed as intentional or intimate or, God forbid, romantic.
Without hesitating another moment, I opened the door to the BnB, and there behind the antique check-in desk stood Benji and Bastian…
Kissing passionately…
Hands running through each other’s hair…
Voices moaning muffled I love yous into each other’s mouths.
“Oh shit,” Harry said. “Perhaps we should come back later.”
Instantly Benji and Bastian snapped out of their kiss, their faces flushing red hot.
Benji practically knocked his glasses off his face trying to straighten them, to look and see who had just entered the BnB.
Bastian cleared his throat, shuffled papers on the desk, and in the worst attempt at acting I’d ever seen in my life said loudly, “How are the reservations looking for today, Benji? Are there any new bookings that need to be added to the system?” He looked up and smiled at us, as though noticing us for the first time. “Oh look, Benji. We have visitors. Harry… Dean… please come in.”
“Are you sure it’s a good time?” I asked. “I mean, we can always come back later.”
“No, please come in,” said Benji. “It’s great to see you both.” He looked from Harry to me and back again and asked, trying not to sound surprised, “Are you looking for a room? Together?”
“No!” Harry and I both said, a little too emphatically, although the thought of it made my cock surge.
“Dean needs to make a booking for some friends of his,” Harry said as we stepped up to the check-in desk.
“Actually, it’s for my manager and her…”Don’t say bodyguard. Benji and Bastian will freak if you say bodyguard.“And her boyfriend.”
“That’s great,” Benji said. “We can put them in our most romantic suite.”
“Oh! Um, actually, I think they’d prefer separate rooms.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, he’s a terrible snorer. Sleeping in separate rooms is the one thing that keeps their love alive.”
Benji and Bastian gave each other a curious look, as though they couldn’t imagine ever being separated again, before Benji said, “Well, if that’s what makes them happy. I guess.”
Dad had told me about Benji and Bastian’s unexpected reunion, how Bastian had fought cancer and returned to the one person he cared for most in the world, begging for forgiveness, begging to be loved once more. Dad had told me that story over the phone, and I had to choke back my tears as I pined for such a love.
I was conscious of my eyes beginning to water again now as I looked at the two of them, their arms touching, their bodies so close they might as well have been joined at the hip.
I was jealous.
I was spellbound.
I was in awe of their love.
