I looked around, lost, then down at him. Gay sex You were — all I needed and — and — ”I began to weep. I ached for him. More than once I came close to returning to that house to see if he was still there. His eyes were focused on a dirty blank wall. I looked at his face. I nestled my face against the right side of his neck and drew in a deep breath of his scent. Okay, he was definitely good-looking but not what I would have called male model perfect or even godlike in any way before this. Probably in shock. I felt — shit, I felt close to him. I looked at his face. I looked at the photos on my phone. And for the first time I was both happy with what I’d done and horrified by it, if that can make any sense. There was also a photo of a pretty English girl and four young children, the oldest maybe six.
