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again, aren’t we?”
    “That would be my guess,” Roman replied as their bodies connected. “Quit playing the innocent schoolboy. I might be able to pull it off, but certainly not someone with as smart a mouth as yours.”
    It was almost noon before both men were dressed and walking toward the main office building.
    “Wait,” Kyle said, stopping and taking Roman’s hand in his. “I kind of liked feeling you against me on the bike. We can’t do that rock climbing. On the ride up here, I saw some lookout points ten or twelve miles back.”
    “I thought you wanted to rock climb?” Roman said, releasing Kyle’s hand, hoping none of the other guests had seen their affection.
    “What?” Kyle asked, visibly upset. “I’m tired of hiding my feelings for you,” he continued, brushing his lips against Roman’s.
    “This is not the place, Kyle! Be patient. That’s why I suggested that we move, but if you want to go bike riding, we’ll go, silly boy. I liked feeling you, too.”
    Kyle against his body as they winded the highway was intoxicating. The cologne he wore mixed well with his scent, creating a musky odor that already had Roman thinking about their next encounter. Smiling, unknowingly to his lover, who had slipped his arms under his shirt, Roman recalled not only the incredible bond they shared, but the sheer pleasure of making love to Kyle. He marveled at Kyle’s experience. So jaded for such a gay baby of thirty. His husband was incredible sexy, knowing exactly where to touch and kiss, and breathe his sexual dialogue that often turned explicit. Roman knew Kyle could also be tender, remembering his husband’s patience their first night together.
    Feeling Kyle’s arms so tightly that he could barely breathe, Roman could not avoid the jeep that had crossed the center line as they rounded a curve. Kyle’s deafening scream faded, as the bike was tossed into loose gravel, coming to rest against the guardrail. The tires of the black Wrangler faced skyward.
    Roman had gripped the handlebars on impact, riding with the bike to its final resting place. Now pinned between the bike and the guardrail, he expected to see Kyle nearby. The smells of burnt rubber and gasoline were nauseating. He tasted blood, fighting consciousness as the pain in his head intensified. Freeing himself from the wreckage, he had to find Kyle. The silly boy had refused to wear a helmet. As Roman removed his, more blood stained his hands.
    As he heard Kyle’s screams, he wished he had been hallucinating. His husband was lying under the jeep, pinned from the waist down. The driver, a young girl that Roman thought was barely old enough to be behind the wheel, was crushed against the steering wheel. She lay motionless, staring with hauntingly cold eyes.
    “Don’t leave me, Roman! Please don’t leave me! It’s my fault! We should have gone climbing! I’m cold! I can’t feel my body!”
    Roman removed his T-shirt, wincing from a sharp pain in his shoulder, to cover Kyle’s chest. The panic in his husband’s voice, as the color drained from his face, convinced Roman that whether Kyle lived or died depended on him. Fighting dizziness and drops of blood that kept appearing on his hands, he had to stay awake. He had to keep Kyle awake.
    “I’m not leaving you, sweet boy!” Roman said, realizing that the cell phone attached to his belt was in three pieces. “Remember how you’re always taking care of me?”
    “I can’t feel anything! I don’t want to die, Roman! Please don’t let me die!”
    “Baby, you’re not going to die!” Roman said, suppressing his own panic at the possibility.
    By now, several cars had stopped. The voices were garbled around him as Roman focused his attention on Kyle. He was so pale, his skin clammy and cold. Speaking uncertain words, Roman said anything that came to mind, just to keep those green eyes staring back at him.
    As the sound of metal cutting threatened to muffle Roman’s words, he lay down next