4 Works in Lewis Challenge Spring Flash 2019
Robbie slides his hands over James’s arms, feeling the muscles contract
to hold him tighter. “It’s a lamb, city boy.”
“That’s still a sheep,” James murmurs in his ear. “And it’s not going to tell a soul
what it sees me doing to you.”
As Robbie pushes himself up the stony slope, powering his steps with will more than
with strength, a rock not much bigger than a marble rolls under his heel, and he slides.
Clumps of earth and rocks clatter away from his feet, rattling down and down as if to
emphasize just how far he’s going to fall.
And then James grabs him, stopping his downward slide. He slips his arm around Robbie
and pulls him in tight, steadying him. “You’re okay,” he says calmly. “I’ve got you.”
“Do you remember the first person you kissed?” James is lying on the bed. The only part of his body
not sprawled flat is his head, which is propped up at almost a right angle on all three pillows.
It makes Robbie’s neck hurt to look at him. but he can’t resist looking because…well…because James
is lying sprawled on the bed.
A smile of delight tugging at the corners of his mouth, Robbie turned back to James.
James’s extraordinary eyes were bright and sparkling, but he wasn’t looking at the rows
of cherry trees or the incredible blooms. James was looking at him.