CHAPTER 8

Van stood motionless. He was not sure if he heard it right.

“You’re drunk.” Van said. Sen was moving closer. Van was feeling the urge to move back, but he did not.

“I mean it Van, I love you” He was standing in front of Van now. He put his hand on Van’s nape then pulled his head closer. Their lips touched.

Van froze like hell. Sen caught him off-guard. The years were kind to Sen. His lips were still soft and tender. His breath was an intoxicatingly sweet mixture of mint and wine. But reality was still tugging at him. He pushed Sen back.

“Stop it Hansen.” He said, his gaze cold as ice. But Sen saw a glimmer in Van’s eye. He saw that glimmer of weakness.

“You liked that.” He smiled.

“No I didn’t” Van was on the defensive.

Sen moved closer once more. He grabbed Van by the nape again, rougher than the first. Their lips met again. Van tried to fight it, he was pushing Sen hitting his torso. But Sen was adamnant, he stuck his toungue out and played with Van’s mouth.

Sen’s hold on Van’s nape became loose. His hands were now moving towards Van’s face. Van’s push became weaker, until his hands were just holding Sen’s waist.

Outside, Cristina Nichols was singing Somewhere Down the Road.