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More from Summit, my current WIP, from me. Ash and Sean have signed up to climb Kiilimanjaro, and they meet on a training weekend in Wales. After Ash finally accepted he wanted something to happen with Sean and they took a selfie together on top of Snowdon last week, now in the summit cafe, Ash is at last able to show Sean some affection. A rather longer snippet than usual, to set the scene.
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“It’s my nose, isn’t it?”
I laughed. “What’s wrong with your nose?”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. It looks like I’ve gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson. Or one round. It wouldn’t take him long to break this bugger.” He pointed at the crooked part. “It wasn’t so different from a boxing match, really. Happened when I was in school. I, very foolishly, came out when I was sixteen with something of a flourish. It was the last day of term and I showed up in a rainbow outfit and eye makeup. I’m not generally a very flamboyant dresser, but I was so sick of hiding myself, I decided to take the plunge and let everyone know at once. My two so-called best mates weren’t impressed when they realised I’d been in the shower room after sports with them for years, and there was a chance I’d been gawking at them. One broke my nose, the other pushed me into the lockers and punched me in the stomach until I threw up from the blood and being winded. They weren’t even suspended, with it being the last day before the holidays. It was a bad break and healed wrong.”
“I’m so sorry. Your mates were bastards.” Horrified, I reached across the table for his hand, not caring who saw. Obviously surprised, he laced his fingers through mine and held tight. His expression lightened and he smiled again.
“Aren’t you worried about people watching?”
“I don’t give a toss. Let them look. I might be concerned if it was my local pub and Dave was at the bar, but it’s not, and he’s not.” Previously I’d thought I wouldn’t know how to be with a man, other than to fool around. I thought affection, and cuddles, and kisses were probably to be reserved for girls, as stupid as that might seem. I liked affection myself, I just hadn’t experienced it from a man. If I liked it, though, why shouldn’t he? I lifted his hand in mine and brushed my lips across his knuckles. Flushing and smiling, he squeezed my hand harder and lowered both back to the table top.