LANCE
I take a deep breath as I knock on Zander’s door. He contacted me through the bartender at the Moon Bar, which is strange. But that’s the least of my concerns.
He smiles as he opens the door, gesturing for me to walk in as he talks to someone over the phone. I inhale deeply, reveling in how beautiful he is. I remember the courage it took as I gave him my number, the happiness I felt when we had our firsts.
“Hi,” he greets with a sure smile.
I pull him in a hug, inhaling in a familiar yet different cologne.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I whisper against his neck.
Me neither. That’s the only explanation for what I did on his birthday. My chest simply palpitated with longing. My heartstrings pulled when he strummed his guitar. I had drunk recklessly, infusing alcohol into
