Nick couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe he was letting this happen. Even more so, he couldn’t believe he was enjoying the experience so much. He’d always thought Alex handsome, beautiful even, in some undeniably masculine way. Now that he’d accepted he wanted Alex, like this, in just this way, he couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t felt that way. Nick had long accepted he could only have Alex’s friendship, and if that had remained true, he’d have happily carried on. Friendship with Alex was better than not having Alex in his life at all, but so much remained a mystery to him. Did he like men or just Alex? If he liked men, why hadn’t he come to terms with his feelings before now? Why hadn’t he looked at other men? Nick couldn’t find the answers to all those questions im
