Facing Up

February 20, 2011

Donovan looked at me like he was still trying to figure me out, and I guess he was debating my honesty as well.  I must have passed muster after a while, because he reached down and took my hand in his and brought it back to where it had been.

“I like you too, Kyle,” Donovan replied. “I’ve been waiting a hell of a long time to hear you finally admit that.”

I was more dumbstruck by his words than the feel of his hands pressing against me once more. Maybe I was drunk after all.  I leaned toward Donovan, hoping I wasn’t reading this all wrong. A thing like that could get you killed out here, but I found I couldn’t care less about that once Donovan met me halfway and our lips touched for the first time.


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