Chapter Fourteen
Max
Jude was standing in front of the buffet with his back to me, fingering a rosary of Mom’s she had left there. I padded quietly across the room until I was standing behind him, and placed my hands on his shoulders. He stiffened, then I kissed the back of his neck.
“No, Max.” Jude whispered, then turned and held his hands up. “I’m, well, not ready for this.”
“What am I doing wrong?” I backed away from him. “I like you. All night I’ve been telling you I like you. What’s wrong with me?”
“Max.” Jude sighed.
“I just want to kiss you, that’s all.” My head dropped for a moment, and I stared at the top of his glossy black shoes.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Max.” Jude whispered.
“Yes, there is. All the other gay guys have shiny hair, clothes, and teeth, with glitter
