Looking into his dear face, the return of my desire for him is instantaneous and complete…like it was never gone. I cup his cheek in the palm of my ...hand, lightly rubbing my thumb at the corner of his sweet lips and then over the wonderful fullness of his bottom lip that I love so much. I smile wistfully at him. ‘Jens, I’m so sorry that I haven’t been making love to you lately,’ I begin. He immediately brings two of his fingers to my lips to stop the flow of words. ‘There is no need for an. ..”“That is not true!..But I had to...take my clothes off..The owner made me...”John had made a loop of the twine. She knew it would come, but she almost jumped when I happened.“Take your sweater off...”She nodded. Mr Bergman and/or the pheromones must behind this. She took her turtle-neck-sweater off. “also...the bra, John?”“yes..”He was trying to sound though, but it was not easy. Amelie put her clothes on another dusty box, waiting for instructions.“This will...complicate things...if. Whenever he joined them now, a hush descended on the group; his appearance spread a silent wave of smiles on the faces around him. His chair was pulled out for him, and his glass filled with water.Lucian watched the boy carefully.The very outline of his face and body seemed to blur – the soft shoulders, the dainty fingers and the dimpled cheeks. Even the flaxen curls had a velvety halo; the cherry lips trembled, the violet of his gaze seemed to blend with the light.By now it felt silly to call. I tried not to but wound up staring at you, probably with a big dumb grin on my face. Breakfast was almost a replay of the previous evening, fingers touching, eyes undressing each other and great conversation. We did not ''talk'' about the night before but both of us remarked upon how well we'd slept. Hand in hand, we strolled into the deserted lobby. Quizzically we asked the young desk clerk where everyone was. He grinned and said that the entire lodge had booked a bus trip to enjoy.