Chapter 12
Labor Day, 1967
On Sunday night, Garrett woke just after one A.M. Hot and sticky, he peeled himself from Eron’s back. He gave the sash a good shove to get the window open, his grunt stirred Eron. The cool air invading the room was worth it.
He grabbed his cigarettes and sat in the chair by the open window. Eron rolled back over on his stomach, mooning Garrett in the process. He didn’t mind. He didn’t want to do anything with Eron’s ass, but it was sure nice to look at.
The stuffy room wasn’t the only reason Garrett had woke. They had spent the last sixty hours in pure bliss, and now in just a few more, they would head back to reality. Garrett inhaled deeply. It did little to comfort him.
After their dance at the bar, they finished their drinks and returned to the room for t
