The guy…”You mean what?” Nathan asked. “A friend? Co-worker, roommate, what?”
At first he thought maybe Tom wouldn’t answer, just crawl up inside that damn bottle of Schnapps and hide away for the rest of the night. Then his friend laughed, a shaky sound that made Nathan’s skin prickle to hear it. “I mean his boyfriend.” Tom spat the word out like a bad taste that lingered in his mouth. “I mean the guy he’s been seeing for eight months, Nathan. Eight months. They have a good thing going and here you come just waltzing in, moving all over him like that means nothing.”
Oh, s**t.
“I didn’t…” Nathan let the thought drift away—he couldn’t think of anything to say. He was all over me. That thing with the napkins, cleaning me up? And then the walk—his suggestion—and he let me stick his hand
