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my shoulder.
    “All I can do is ask you to give me, give us, a chance.”
    “I want to, I really do, but I’m fucking scared.”
    “So am I. I have never had a real, loving relationship before. Every time I get close to someone, they just leave me. No reason, no warning, nothing.”
    “I would never do that, ever.”
    “I believe you, Simon. Just believe me as well. Please.”
    I took my hand from the back of his neck, placed it under his chin, and lifted his head. Using my free hand, I lightly wiped the tears from under his eyes and looked deep into them. The urge to kiss him, to show him how much I thought of him, was growing by the second.
    “I won’t ever hurt you, Si.”
    “Promise me you mean that, Leon.”
    “I promise.”
    Simon suddenly leaned forward and placed his lips against mine. He lingered for a few seconds before pulling away, but I stopped him. I returned his kiss, this time more passionately, and we were quickly kissing each other like our lives depended on it. Eventually though, he pulled his lips from mine, but held my hand tightly.
    “Come on, I think we ought to pay before they think we’ve both done a runner.”
    “You go. I’ll be out in a minute,” I said, pecking him on the lips and letting my hand fall from his.
    “Don’t be long.”
    “I won’t,” I said, as he opened the door to the men’s room. “Get us both another drink. I think we could do with one.”
    With that, Simon walked out, leaving me alone. I turned to look at myself in the mirror and saw a tear forming in my eye. Lifting my finger, I wiped it away, turned the cold tap on, and rinsed my face. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes for a few seconds, my heart racing at the thought of Simon and I becoming an item. Eventually though, I reopened my eyes, stepped out of the men’s room and went back to our table where Simon was already sitting sipping his scotch. Sitting opposite him, I waved for the waiter to bring us the bill, picked up my beer, and took a large swallow from the bottle. A shiver ran down my spine as I swallowed the ice cold liquid, but three swallows later, the bottle was empty.
    “Where do we go from here, then?” I asked him.
    “Not back to the pub yet, that’s for sure,” Simon replied. “Tell you what, how about I get to see your flat now.”
    “It would be my pleasure.”
    Simon smiled, stood up, and walked over to the bar to pay for our meal. As he walked past me toward the door, he reached down and grabbed my hand.
    “What are we waiting for?”
    “Nothing,” I replied, the look on the faces of the staff a real picture as the two of us walked out holding hands, not caring who saw us.
    Once outside, we began to make our along the high street toward my flat, when Simon suddenly stopped and pulled me toward him. Before I could ask him what was wrong, he had his mouth against mine once again, this time his tongue snaking passed my lips and into my mouth. Responding to the softness of his lips, I pulled him close, our tongues entwining together as we hungrily kissed each other.
    It was my turn to pull away, and when I did, I smiled at him, staring into his beautiful hazel eyes.
    “Come on, Si, there’s a crowd gathering. Let’s get back to mine and privacy.”
    “Let them watch, I don’t care,” Simon replied. “Haven’t they ever seen two men kissing before?”
    “Probably not.”
    “Well it’s about time they had. It’s 2012 not 1812.”
    With that, he placed his lips firmly against mine again, and this time, he placed his hands on my ass and pulled me as close to his body as possible.
    “Now we shall go to yours,” he said, finally releasing my lips and ass, and taking my hand again.
    We didn’t pause in our step until we reached my front door. Simon’s hand still firmly in mine, I unlocked the door and let the two of us inside.
     

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    “The front room’s to your left,” I called as I was locking the door.
    “Thanks.”
    “Make yourself