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low, pained moans punctuating each wave of his orgasm.
    If there was no condom, he could make such a perfect, sticky
mess of me. The first man to do so. That would excite him so much. My gift to
give him—not as pretty as a bracelet, but somehow I doubt he’d complain.
    For long, labored breaths, he looms above me. I feel his
thighs shaking ever so subtly and see his arms doing the same when he scoots
both palms close to my ribs.
    I stroke his face, flushed and gleaming with sweat, lids
heavy as lead, hair a tumble of damp waves. He’s a wreck, panting and pained.
And he’s never looked so handsome.

Chapter Three
     
    For ages we lie in silence, Didier letting me spoon him from
behind and stroke his chest with lazy fingertips.
    He clears his throat at length and covers my hand with his.
    “Yes?” I prompt.
    “Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m just happy to have you here,
this way.”
    “This is nothing new.”
    “It feels new, with the words said.”
    I agree, but want to hear him explain. “How so?”
    He rubs my knuckles. “I don’t know. It just feels very…real.
Like I know for certain now that all these little moments are building to
something. Something permanent.”
    I kiss the back of his neck. “You’re right.” These embraces
were always lovely but they felt fleeting before, something to cherish in the
moment but with no promise of anything more. I’ve poured so much affection and
concern into this man, and finally it feels like an investment, not an
indulgence.
    “What are we doing tomorrow?” he asks.
    “I hadn’t thought about it. What would you like to do?”
    “If it’s not sweltering, I’d like to show you that shop.
Where I bought this,” he adds, jingling my bracelet.
    “Okay.”
    “It has so many memories of my mother. And pretty things,
which you love. And I want to show you exactly how far I went, to buy you a
gift. And to show myself I was capable of the trip, after the first try proved
such an utter disaster. To prove myself worthy of saying those words to you.”
    “You were always worthy. But yes, I’d love to go there.
Maybe I’ll find another charm to add to the collection.”
    After another lapse in conversation, he rolls over,
prompting me to do the same so he can do the spooning. I feel his cock against
the back of my thigh, stiff. I laugh softly. The hazards of dating a sexual
savant. And such a hardship, woe is me. “Again?”
    “Always. And tonight, especially.”
    His arousal excites me. He always excites me, but my first
two orgasms have left me sluggish and heavy-limbed, and I crave his pleasure
far more than I wish to chase my own again. “I’m spent, but I’m happy to grant
any requests you might have.”
    “I’ve always wanted you in the shower with me.”
    “Oh?”
    “From your very first visit. So many times I’ve put myself
to sleep, replaying that evening but imagining watching you strip away your
clothes, surprising me. And joining me. Your curious hands soaping my cock. Your
hair wet. The two of us so close, in such a small space. All that white noise
and warm water and steam.”
    All at once, I’m hot. The embers of my spent desire crackle
and catch, flames rising all over again.
    I get to my feet and take his hand, lead him into the little
bathroom. It’s such a mundane space now. I try to think back to that first
night, when everything here was new, when I looked at the glass cubicle and
marveled to imagine this was where the most beautiful man I’d ever seen got
naked and washed his extraordinary body—a spectacle I was allowed to witness
for myself that very evening. This is the space where I first glimpsed his
shampoo and razor and realized he was a real mortal man, silly as that sounds.
    “How hot do you want the water?” I ask, opening the shower
door and turning on the tap.
    “Hot, but not too hot. Same as that night you watched me.”
    Soon steam fogs the glass and Didier steps inside first,
offering his hand. We face one