Chapter 4
Eric and I met in the city Friday night for dinner, and then made our way to a gay-friendly bar he and I were both familiar with. From there, we were going to his place where I would spend the night.
The bar was crowded by the time we got there, and we were making our way to the bartender when I heard someone call my name. Turning, I saw Clay coming towards me.
“f**k,” I cursed under my breath.
The one night Eric and I decide to go out together in the city, we run into this guy, I thought as he approached.
“What’s wrong?” Eric asked.
Before I could answer, Clay was there, sidling up to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulders like we were still a couple. He looked good, too, dressed in a white oxford shirt, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of chest hair, and gray
