There’s a very real part of Josh that wants to forget the past few weeks—just pretend they never happened, take DeMar in his arms again, and smooth over the lost time with eager kisses and familiar touches. But it isn’t that simple. It’s his fault they broke up, isn’t it? He was the one who hadn’t been strong enough, the one who couldn’t possibly be everything DeMar needed him to be. So why should I expect him back?
In the late afternoon heat the two men sit on the porch, Josh in his chair and DeMar stretched out on the porch swing, trying not to stare at each other. Or rather, Josh tries not to stare—DeMar doesn’t bother hiding his interest, and Josh doesn’t know if it’s the heat of the day or the intensity of his friend’s gaze that warms him more. He feels wary, like an alley cat, unsur
