Adrian stood out on the back porch—which was screened in to be able to stand outside and avoid the snow and bugs, depending on the time of year—wondering if he needed air as bad as all that considering how cold it was standing there, or if he really desperately needed to avoid Geoff.
Salem lay next to him on the deck, but he wasn’t at all happy about it. Periodically, the dog would whine to be able to go back inside.
At that moment he would practically kill to have a cigarette, even though he’d rightly given them up. But it was times like this, when he had no idea what to do with his hands, what to do with anything really, that he’d like to be holding a lighted cancer stick.
This was all supposed to be easy. Having s*x with Geoff was supposed to be so natural and strings free, yet for A
