The first step to what Nick prayed would be his new life with Greg was to tell him exactly how he felt about him. Damn it, I’ve lived for over three-hundred years. How hard can it be to admit I love him? Very hard, he decided since he’d never said that to anyone before other than his parents. The feeling was strange to him. He’d cared about some of his lovers—the very few he’d allowed himself to get close to—but they’d been supernaturals. Even they were leery of me, because of my mixed heritage. He decided to bite the bullet on Sunday. No putting it off or I’ll never do it.
The day was sunny but cool, presaging the advent of autumn. Nick put on running pants and a T-shirt before heading to the park to meet Greg. When he got there, he wasn’t at all surprised to find him waiting, doing warm
