Return

Jessica placed Jason's shorts on the counter, looked at Jason for a moment, and smiled. Then, she picked him up in her arms again, this time completely naked. Jason's lean skin settled against Jessica's warm arm; no fabric, no distance.

She walked out of the bathroom with slow steps. The hallway was short, but Jason felt as if he was moving in an eternal embrace. His legs dangled in the air; his small penis rested gently against Jessica's abdomen, not for display, just for being.

Chiara was still in the kitchen, the sound of water running. Valentina, her back to the hallway, was talking on her cell phone. No one saw. No one noticed.

Jessica reached the sofa in the middle of the living room. With one fluid motion, she sat down and placed Jason back on her lap; completely naked. Jason's thin buttocks sat directly on Jessica's warm, soft thighs. Skin to skin. Warmth to warmth. There was nothing between them.

Jessica’s right arm wrapped around Jason's slender waist, her fingers gently gliding over his skin. Her left hand was on Jason's chest, directly above his heart, which was beating fast. Jason took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He was no longer trembling. He no longer wanted to hide.

Jessica lowered her head and pressed her forehead against Jason's.

"Right where you are, you are enough."

Her voice was soft, like a breeze that whispers: stay.

Jason simply smiled.

And in the silence of the living room, under the soft light of the lamp,

there were two people, and there were no longer any walls between them.