Brock couldn’t sleep. The bedroom was too warm and stuffy. Too many thoughts were swirling around in his brain, and his eye hurt.
Calvin lay atop the sheets, lightly snoring, and snuffling occasionally. Brock wondered if the man was dreaming, and if so, what about. Was he in the dream? But whatever Calvin was dreaming about, Brock hoped it was a pleasant one.
Earlier that afternoon Brock had made love to this man. He knew Calvin was the only man he had ever truly loved. Brock sniffed. It was a love that couldn’t go anywhere.
Turning away from the vision that was Calvin, Brock looked at his alarm clock. It was ten after one. Knowing he’d not be able to sleep for some time, Brock got up and pulled on a pair of boxers before leaving the bedroom.
Padding into the kitchen Brock went in sear
