Sunbeam Lair a daydream spills from my corked head;

Ummm. The boy could feel the heat spreading through his face. Lennon, I promise-- no one hurt me.
He ducked his head from embarrassment. He just-- we got along well.
Okay, that was a terrible way to put it. Ali hoped his companion wouldn't read into it and know what he meant. The thought of it was mortifying. He regretted doing it at all, right then-- but it wasn't like Lennon was going to be jealous or anything. It wasn't like he wanted him.