I was being given a day of rest the next day to recover from the flights from the States before I had to start digging. Gay sex I had been denying it to myself, but of course I knew Hakan was fucking other guys than me. We are really enjoying our Danish UN soldiers. If that was what it was like to be made a fool, I volunteered for the position.“You look irresistible on the divan like that,” Hakan murmured, his voice husky. The music was loud, the young men were gyrating and friendly and flirting, and the Efes beer was flowing.I staggered back toward the excavation camp at two in the morning, arm in arm with Hakan, who wasn’t nearly as tipsy as I was. But you look like a sunny northern European—Denmark or Norway. I had been denying it to myself, but of course I knew Hakan was fucking other guys than me. I was gay and experienced, but nothing had prepared me for the allure and seduction of the Turkish Cypriot, Hakan, who was on the staff of the excavation project this spring—or of Turkish men in general.Hakan and I made eye contact as soon as I had arrived at the camp.
