Speaking of coming out… They’re still watching me with varying expressions of shock, curiosity, and just straight up confusion. Frank, another work buddy and mutual friend of Hudson’s nods from across the table. “He’s cute.” My vision turns red, and I lean across the table, snarling, “Back the fuck off.” His eyes widen, swimming with mirth. Someone coughs in a poor attempt to mask a laugh. “Damn, now I’m out five bucks,” Cort mutters.
