His eyes blurred until he couldn’t see Nick through the kaleidoscope of his tears. He stayed on his side, facing Nick, catching watery glimpses of the man every time he blinked. It wouldn’t happen. It would never happen. Nick was the worst possible man in the world for him to have fallen for. Not only was there no chance, there wasn’t even a sliver of hope. Nick was straight. Nick was older and more experienced than him. More refined. Nick had the world in the palm of his hand. Nick was Justin’s dad.
