Chapter 15It’s painful to see
What might have been
If I had let it be
If we were both different men
Less burdened and more free
Of all the baggage and illusions
Secrets and darkness bring
The past spoke up and winter came
And we never sought out spring
Lies and secrets are to blame
They caused our demise
And now, the season of the rain
Has cleared up dreary skies
You are to me the fount of life
My love that I so missed
There is no more any strife
Now that we have kissed.
—Milo Stamis, “Song of Might Have Beens”
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When Milo returned to the present and let go of his reverie, he found himself still plastered to the connecting door, and the front of his pants soaked with c*m.
He needed to see Liam. He needed to see him tonight.
Liam showered and washed his hair, feel
