“So. Alex?” Shelley referred to the confession Nick had just blurted out. She looked no more joyful over the idea than Nick felt. He’d had to tell someone.
“This isn’t exactly how I pictured you coming out.”
“Me, neither.” Shifting in his seat, he stirred his untouched coffee. “That is, for a long time, I never knew there was a closet for me to come out of.”
He hadn’t even known he’d met up with Shelley with this intention. Sitting across from her in a quiet corner outside a coffee bar, telling her had seemed like the right thing to do. Strange how the words had come easily to him. What he’d always surmised would be a traumatic event had left him numb. He loved Alex: hopelessly, helplessly. Having just told Shelley what he’d tried to tell Alex the other day, all Nick could picture of th
