Eron opened his eyes. Garrett breathed lightly into his head. He did his best to peel his cheek and chest off of Garrett without disturbing him.
He sat up to watch Garrett nap. Gloom crept into the room as he looked at the alarm clock beside Garrett’s bed.
For the first time in his thirty-three years, reality hit him between the eyes. His attraction to other men wasn’t simply locker room comparisons in high school and communal showers at college on his part, and that of other guys, presumably straight, who’d taken second glances at his trophy c**k. Until he met Garrett, he’d chalked those feelings up to curiosity from both parties.
The words echoed in his head. Queer. Homosexual. Faggot.
Eron ran his fingers up the back of Garrett’s arm. Eron closed his eyes and absorbed the calm that
