They lay together after having another round of very satisfying s*x. O.B. was on his back, Avery facedown next to him, a leg draped over O.B.’s, an arm over his chest. O.B. stared at the ceiling.
The pair had watched the interview as they’d eaten. O.B. had been amazed at his reaction to the fact that now even though more people in the city would recognize him, he was calm. Maybe it was that he’d had four days to adjust, to let it sink in that his life would be changed. Maybe it had something to do with the man who lay by his side.
O.B. took a deep breath and stroked Avery’s hair, then kissed the top of his head. What would this turn of events have been like if the man doing the interview had been straight? He certainly wouldn’t be lying here now, calm and peaceful. He probably would be r
