Chapter 6
By 8:45, Nathan had cleaned all five rooms of his apartment, showered, shaved, dressed and redressed, and told himself a hundred times he was being an i***t. Just because this was technically the first date he’d ever had with a man was no reason to panic. Surely the times he’d invited friends over in school and f****d around or the year he’d spent blowing Cal in their dorm room counted for something. Might not have done a damn thing to prepare him for encounters that involved conversation before the clothes flew off, but they were still hours logged in private with men, for God’s sake.
Nathan had brushed his hair and angrily applied gel until his tingling scalp banished some of his nerves. He’d ordered Chinese, eaten while standing over the trashcan, and saved the leftovers jus
