Chapter 22: Push
Three days passed without incident regarding Just and our s****l antics up north. He went back to his job at PennRoads and I finished my bear article. Teeson, my editor, fell in love with my five thousand words about bear relationships among men and insisted, “Gay marriage, Benry. I need an article on it. I’ll give you a week.”
“Done,” I said with a smile.
He passed me a stack of crinkled pages and said with pride, “Fan mail from your Jake Harding article. Our readers loved it.”
Warmness collected around my heart and butterflies twirled between my temples. I determined that my relationships with Armin and Just were basically on hold, but my writing shined at the City Speaker. With woe comes happiness, I had surmised. Or, lust and betrayal spawned appreciation. I was ha
