If your lips, which I have loved,
Should touch another's.
Your strong fingers clutch his heart.
If on another's face your sweet hair lay.
"Connor? Is that you?"
"You waited up?" Connor paused as he crossed the threshold, key in hand, jacket pulled tight.
"It's so late."
"I had to do some overtime."
"It's almost tomorrow."
"I'm sorry ok? Is this an interrogation?"
Connor threw his coat onto a peg with ferocity before dumping his briefcase on the sofa.
"I'm going to bed." He yawned sparing a brief glance to Kevin and heading to the stairs.
"Don't you want to talk for a bit?"
"I'm tired, and as you said, it's almost tomorrow."
Kevin bit his lip as he watched Connor disappear onto the landing.
"Honey?" He called up just before his back vanished.
"What?" Connor spun round. Kevin didn't say anything. Connor prompted him with a raise of his eyebrows with expectant expression. Still Kevin couldn't think of anything to say. Finally Connor broke the silence.
"I'm not cheating. If you think I am then, well, I'm not."
With that he turned on his heel and headed towards the bedroom without a backward glance.
"You said it." Kevin murmured under his breath, "You said it. Not me."