A day that had started bleak seemed to be growing worse. As loud as the music was, it faded, as if something had insinuated itself between what was going on around Phillip and his ears. His perception was muffled. He didn’t know what Gary Caldwell had intended when he dragged Phillip into the dance, but it couldn’t have been this…connection.
He didn’t understand and disliked his reaction to Caldwell. Even now, he was thinking, wondering, trying to see himself through Gary’s eyes. Why would he do that? Why did he care what the actor thought of him? Yet even when he’d been getting ready for the evening, washing and shaving at Caldwell’s place, trying not to touch anything, as if the items in the bathroom could contaminate him with…What? With ‘gay’? Even staring into the mirror before he sli
