“Maybe I don’t want to let you go,” he said, even though he knew Arthur was right. Yet to hold him like that, to have him close and near him, to feel skin against skin and know that this was them and something so separate from the hell this job was becoming, it was almost too much to give up. Even for the few minutes it might take them to get up and dry off and move somewhere else.



“You know, we could play truth or dare. Make all the dares sexual and the truths about us and what we want to know about the others,” he said, letting his hold relax so that Arthur could move and they could get out of the tub.