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“I’m sorry,” I’m starting—when I hear Ezra’s low voice. “Mills?”
“What’s the matter?” he asks.
“What’s the matter?” he asks again, looking only at me.
“Is there a problem or something?” My mom laughs. “I don’t know.” She
“What’s on your arm?”
“I feel like there’s things we weren’t aware of,” Carl says in a slow, measured tone. I hear my mom’s soft, “Oh.”
“Wow.” Ezra’s arm tightens around me. “If Josh is in trouble—” “No, he isn’t,”
“So you’re both gay?”
“Yeah. You got a problem with it?”
“Guys. Let’s all sit at the table.” “You need pants on,” Mom says sharply.
“No they don’t. Let’s just sit down,” Carl says, as if he’s speaking to a four year old having a tantrum.
“I’m not mad you’...
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“Good, because if you were, you’d be a bigot.” “Ezra,” Carl says in warning...
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up. “It’s not Josh’s fault,” he says, sounding breathless. “If someone has to go, it can be me.”
“Ezra!” I’m still knocking when I see him shoot out my door, fully clothed and heading down the stairs.
“Whoa,” and then I hear my mom say something. The front door slams.
So I race out the door in just my briefs and dive off of the porch, catching him only because when he sees me in my undies, he freezes.
but then he looks down at me with his damp, dazed-looking eyes and he says, “You okay?”
“You want me to go?”
“I’ll say it’s my fault. That I…seduced you.”
“It’s okay if you want me to,”
“Fuck no.” I grab his arm, pointing to what I drew. “You see that shit? If someone goes, it can be both of us. We’ll live…I don’t know where. Anywhere. In the forest. Together. Tarzan-style shit here.”
says, “I don’t want to mess up your life.” “Ezra. You could never, ever mess up my life. Ever.”
“Boys.” I look up to find him moving slow as always, holding a blanket. “Josh, you’re exposin’ yourself,”
“Let’s go in and grab some food and maybe have a beer and hell, prepare for grandkids. You boys seem like you’re moving way ahead of what we thought. Not quite the same direction.”
says, “I’ll give y’all a minute. Cover up what God gave ya,”
😂.I like his reaction
I can see Dad’s face—his eyes wide and his thin lips grinning—as we sit down at the table.
“Well, who’s gonna give us a grandbaby?”
Suzanne’s jaw dropped, but then she laughed b...
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Apparently my dad is sort of a comedic genius. Also, both of them are...well, not bigots.
"I can't believe that's how it went down," he laughs. "I know. Seems too good to be true." "But it's not, angel. I promise. It's not."
leans his cheek against my shoulder. "Don't be doing that," I whisper. We're leaving for Miller's Dad's house in...supposed to be ten minutes.
"You can't feel my cheek without getting your dick up?" I give him a light shove. "Yeah, I can't." "Maybe I should suck you off,"
"Hate to have this problem on the dri...
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Fucking Miller. He's got me out of my nice khakis—well, his—and on the edge of the bed, gritting my teeth to keep from groaning and then lying on my back, wrapping a leg around his shoulders as he s...
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"Can’t let it be one-sided,” I say. I blow him, too, and then we hurry to get dressed.
“Love you,” he whispers. “I love you.”
When he leans away to wipe his face, he whispers, “Sorry.” “Don’t be sorry, angel.”
His lips brush over my cheek.
“Come get in bed with me.” He gets in and wraps his arms around me. “What’s the matter?” I whisper to his hair. “I don’t know.” His voice cracks as he says it.
“Okay. It’s okay, angel.”
"Tell me what's the matter, angel."
"Just tired," he rasps.
kiss his forehead, nudging his face away from my chest. He gives me a tiny smile. “Hold,” I whisper.
He opens his eyes more fully, kisses my lips. "Let's go with them,” he says. “If we don't get up, I'll never be able to let you go."
"I love you." He kisses my jaw and then traces the tip of his tongue over my cheek, a gentle tickling in what I'm pretty sure is an infinity symbol.
"Washed off in the lake,” he tells me. "That's okay. I'll draw it back after you shower."
"Mills?" he murmurs. "Yeah, angel?" "You didn't draw it again." I smile. "Oh yeah. Lemme fix that."
“angel” over his pec, and then draw a little infinity sign. I seal it with a kiss. "Forever?" he rasps. "Oh yeah."
"Miller," he murmurs, sounding half asleep. "Yeah, Ez?" "Don't let go." "I won't." "Promise?" "Yeah angel. Promise forever," I whisper.
