I try not to imagine him heading back to the Bronco, his pack already strapped up, tires kicking up gravel on that narrow road out. Gay sex My legs are cold the second I’m free of the warmth, and I fumble around for the clothes we kicked off last night. The silence between us isn’t heavy, it’s careful. Like we’re both waiting to see which way the wind will shift.Every now and then, I glance up toward the trees where Brendan disappeared. Figure out how to be around both of you without feeling like I’m intruding.”“You’re not,” Hayden says without a beat. I lick it gently, tracing the contours of his head with my tongue. “So he knew you had a girlfriend and that we did stuff too?” His voice trails off, not accusatory, just quietly stunned.“Yeah,” Hayden says, firm but not defensive. A couple of hikers sit along the eastern shore, looking equally quieted by the sight. “Bren, I value our friendship deeply,” he says, voice soft but steady. “We should go look for him,” he mutters.I nod, taking a sip of the bitter brew.
