Cam sat up with a start. He was breathing heavily. He looked wildly around the room, trying to orient himself. Remembering where he was, he looked over at the man sleeping peacefully next to him.
Then Cam remembered he’d had a dream. He couldn’t recall it exactly, but his old boyfriend Danny was there, calling him names, and mocking him for making an ass of himself by falling in love with Emory when the man was just like Mickey, a cheater. The phone call from Charlie proved it. Cam had tried to deny he had feelings for Emory, tried to deny the phone call had affected him. However, Danny had just laughed.
Cam lay on his back staring at the ceiling, sheet pulled up to his chin. He could feel his heart beating in his chest. The irrational thoughts, those one gets in the middle of the dark n
