Sitting on his bed, Gregg tumbled his phone between his fingers as he looked at a picture of him and Euan just after they’d started college. Euan had kept his mocha-brown hair just above his shoulders, and his incredible hazel eyes were alive with the exuberance of youth. Gregg loved this picture of them. They had their arms across each other’s shoulders and they had matching smiles.
With a sudden flurry of movement, Gregg sent Euan a text. It was a countdown of the time before they’d get together. He couldn’t express his excitement or his anticipation any other way.
He rubbed his face. He hadn’t meant for two years to go by since he last saw Euan. He had no idea where the time went. What he did know was that he wasn’t getting younger and his life was certainly no bowl of cherries. This
