Mason stared through his windshield at the beckoning entrance of the gym, musing over the oddity of summer dusk. The pavement still exuded heat, the young people still wore their short-sleeve shirts and their shorts, yet the falling darkness still managed to inspire the melancholy of winter. Maybe he should forget the gym, say to hell with working abs that refused to define and gluts that wouldn’t bulk no matter how many squats he tried. Maybe he should drive down to the docks, find a party, seek out a stranger, and do as many nasty deeds with that stranger as the man would allow.
Though why he even considered it at all, Mason couldn’t find reason for.
“It’s not what I want,” he told himself aloud. I want love. I want connection. I want babies and puppies, fish in a tank, and arguing abo
