Our connection is only casual, but for some reason he’s who I spend the holidays with—not to celebrate with of course, unless that celebration is spent lust soaked and gasping. It’s him who I’ve shared the most meals with, our conversations lasting until the late hours. Ari’s presence has curled around so many memories that it’s hard to imagine my life before him. It’s why it’s so difficult to resist him even when I should let him go.
