And if I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see me. The broad planes of his chest, dusted with dark hair. Gay sex One of those old house quirks, I supposed.“Those are really cool, right?” he asked. I rubbed my hand over my beard and realized that I still smelled like him. I’m fairly certain we didn’t fuck, but my memory of that first night was slippery even before what happened. So unguarded, so peaceful. In between licks and slurps and swipes of my beard, I glanced over at the half-open closet door. When the boyfriend left. He was so beautiful lying there. An empty glass in the sink. It was so hot. He waved when he saw me. His pits were damp. “I wasn’t sure if you… I didn’t want to make things awkward with him.”“Her,” he said, still looking at me oddly.Her. I took my shirt. I heard it before, too.” He looked back at me with a strange confident expression, then back up at the ceiling. Those balls. I mean, whatever you’re doing…you look great…” I trailed off. Accounting? What if my car was gone when I walked outside? The other bedroom was dark inside its half-opened door. His friends, if he was single, if he was even gay. Everything I knew
