“It’s so good to have you home,” Avery said as he snuggled against O.B. on the couch. Coco lay between the two men, purring loudly.
O.B. sighed contentedly. Yes. This time when Avery used the word home, it felt right. Here they were, his little family—Avery, Coco, and him. He knew that, just a few short weeks ago, there’d have been no way he would have dreamed he’d be doing what he was doing or thinking what he was thinking. But here he was—O.B. Benson, super stud, closeted gay baseball player, a man who had prided himself on never getting emotionally entangled with any of his s*x partners—doing the domestic thing with a man and a cat. Yes, things had changed and he was glad they had.
As amazing as these revelations were, so was the fact that, when O.B. had arrived at Avery’s door, they
