25
JED
I skipped going into the office on Monday and met with Jamie at his house that night. He appeared just as haggard as I felt. Worn down. Stomach rotted from anxiety.
He’d lost weight and all the color from his face.
Having used a mirror to shave the tiny bit of scruff off my chin and jaw earlier in the day after a make-out, j******f shower with Aiden, I knew I didn’t look much better.
Jamie and I once more went over everything we’d compiled, and he agreed we needed to do what was fully right in the eyes of God.
Fully right in the eyes of God meant me giving up my male lover, the light of my life, the one I wanted to spend every hour with.
But I couldn’t deny Aiden. Not in our lifetime, even if it meant an eternal one separated from God.
He was the oxygen in my starved lungs.
