Relieved, Wes shook his head. Why couldn’t Sandy have kept his f*****g mouth shut?
Roger turned, leaned back against the dresser, and pinned Wes with that inscrutable gaze. “I knew he had to have been mistaken. Especially when he mentioned the other guy…”
“Other guy?” Wes choked. His knees gave out on him and he sank to the bed, defeated. “Roger, we…” He looked away from his boyfriend and sighed. Covering his face with one hand, he whispered, “We have to talk.”
Softly, Roger asked, “What’s his name?”
Wes sighed again. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought. “Nathan…”
In two steps Roger was at his side, fingers digging into Wes’s arms, pinching into him, pulling him to his feet. Wes found himself face to face with his boyfriend, but the visage he had thought he loved these past
