“A special school Macon Charter will pay for, but not if I’m gay…not if I’m out. Every damned day is complicated.”
He came at me again. “I love you, Reed.” He took my wrist, his grip so tight his knuckles went whiter as my skin got red.
“Let me go.”
“That’s simple.”
“That’s the most complicated part of all.”
“We don’t have to tell anyone. We can keep it quiet, if that’s the issue. We can just pretend—”
“Mathias…obviously we can’t. This…just now. Right here. In the hotel. At the event. Right before the commercial in question. Jesus! It’s the worst possible place and time, and yet…”
“I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time. I shouldn’t have. It’s my fault.”
“No.” I touched his cheek with the hand not in his and immediately wished I hadn’t. “I let you. I let it happen. It’s sweet, r
