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Paul sniggered. “Come on. It was a foregone conclusion. It’s us, for God’s sake.”

Us?

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Aron stared out of the window. Against all the odds, the marquee had been delivered and was well on the way to being erected. Things definitely moved quickly if enough cash got splashed around. He shuddered to think how much they’d spent the previous day to get this wedding back on track. Still, neither Granny nor the Professor were short of it.

“You know you’re butt naked?” Paul said. “What if someone sees?”

Aron moved away and perched on the end of the bed.

“Do you think one of us should be supervising down there?”

Paul patted the pillow next to him. Aron crawled up the bed and snuggled against Paul’s body. The cold from the window evaporating as Paul’s warmth enveloped him.

“All in good time,” Paul replied. “We’re having a management meeting right now.”

“Let’s make the most of it. I fear all peace will be shattered once Granny clocks they’ve arrived.”

It was nice to be in a man’s arms again. Especially ones that belonged to Paul Higgs. He examined the room in the cold light of day. It didn’t look like it had changed much since Paul had lived there.

“Do I spy a CD player over there?”

“Yes, Aron,” Paul replied. “It plays music. You’re not that young, you know.”

Aron scrambled up and wandered over to the item. To his joy there was a stack of CDs.

“I love history. Let me see.”

The top one was the Prodigy. Not a bad start.

Next came Seal.

Typical. He had amazing music taste even as a teenager.

Then. Bingo.

Aron held the CD aloft.

“The Lion Kingsoundtrack?”

Paul shrugged. “Hakuna Matatais a tune.”

God he was adorable. This moment seemed more intimate than the passion they’d shared only a few hours earlier. Aron put the CD on the side. He wandered around the room, stopping to study a picture of young Paul standing proudly on top of a mountain.

“You are nosey,” Paul replied. “Anything suspect has been cleared out of this room decades ago.”

“So you admit there were said items.”

“Oh most certainly,” Paul replied.

“How many boys have you smuggled in here, I wonder.”

Paul beamed. “An army’s worth. Did you think I developed my animalistic sexual prowess when I met you?”

“Your animalistic sexual prowess? Wow.”

Paul sniggered. “You are such an easy mark.”