Garrett gazed at Eron while they took their seats. Although he hated milling around in crowds, he nearly burst from delight that Eron had held his hand. In a public place, no less. The gesture announced to the crowd they belonged together. Eron’s small deed did wonders for Garrett’s self-imposed feelings of inadequacy.
Only at the bar had they been in the company of other men like them. A hustler had propositioned them for a three-way, but other than that, the few regulars had left them alone.
Provincetown was a different story. Unabashed, many in the crowd made clear their interest in Eron or himself. Eron’s strong hold on his hand let anyone who gawked their way know they were a couple.
We are a couple.
The revelation warmed him from the inside out.
Eron obtained a table. The innkee
