The next morning Morgan stood in the driveway of his parents’ home and waved as Nate drove away. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and watched Nate’s car turn the corner at the end of the street. Nate honked three times, and disappeared from view.
Morgan knew Nate suspected something was amiss. Morgan’s flimsy excuses for not wanting to have s*x or even be affectionate with Nate that morning as well as his quiet introspective demeanor during breakfast had given it away. Nate had watched Morgan closely all morning with an expression of concern. When he’d said goodbye his tone indicated he needed assurances that all was well and that Morgan’s promise he would be in touch soon was sincere.
Morgan sighed deeply. How different would this morning have been if Nate had never suggested they
