Dexter was in love.
Head over heels. Fairy tale. Storybook. One hundred percent in love.
There were only two problems standing in the way of letting his epic love story unfold.
Problem number one: He knew absolutely nothing about the guy he was madly in love with.
Problem number two: The person who did know all about him was refusing to share any information at all with him.
It was quite a tragic situation.
Dexter hung upside down on the couch, the ends of his hair brushing the shaggy carpet and his bare feet swaying from side to side, just subtly, or not so subtly, toward Daisuke’s face as he tried to read the newspaper. Why Daisuke read the newspaper, Dexter wasn’t sure. He could easily just read the news on his phone or his laptop and save a few trees. One would think that with al
