Ethan Allen University—December 10
Leland was sitting at his desk, still preoccupied with the past while a stack of semester exams languished in the present.
After their last lovemaking session for the weekend in the small bedroom of Leland’s cottage, Cliff had dressed haphazardly with his tie slightly askew and his shirt somehow caught in the zipper of his leather jacket. He’d been working it back and forth with little success when Leland pulled him into a tight embrace. “Wish you didn’t have to leave.”
“So about next weekend,” Cliff said, his hand reaching down toward his jacket, giving the zipper a few more unsuccessful tugs.
“Yes.” Leland’s lips brushed Cliff’s. He took his lover’s hand and stopped him momentarily from fiddling with the zipper.
They broke apart slightly, but Lelan
