Brian
Brian stared at the text on his phone. His head was still foggy but he’d learn to hold his alcohol better, eventually. The words were clear as day to him, but still floated in front of him in a haze of excitement. He’d known that if he waited it out, Adam would make the first move.
They always did.
He threw his phone on his bed and rifled through his closet. His favorite shirt lied in a bundle crushed under jeans and his gym bag. He dug through the pile and lifted the shirt before sniffing the pits then threw it on the bed and went in search of a pair of jeans. There was something different about Adam. Something that made him want to impress the guy. He picked up a pair of jeans but tossed them aside at the sight of a mayonnaise stain. Maybe it was the age thing. The thought of ge
