Chapter 3Austin leaned against the wall outside the bathroom at the coffee shop while he waited for Riley, arms crossed on his chest. A defensive posture, he knew that from psych class. But why not? He’d been on the defensive for the past ten f*****g years. He and Riley both, when they’d come out together in fifth grade. Though living next door, they’d snuck into each other’s houses for as long as he could remember.
Customers flowed passed him, most of them regulars, students rushing between classes, with a nod or wave at him. He’d nod in return, or not, preoccupied. If Riley didn’t finish soon…
The latch on the door clicked, and he pushed off the wall as Riley came out. Head down, his lover skirted him and headed for the exit, coat clutched in his hands. Austin’s stomach churned as he f
