I couldn’t take my eyes off them, Sammy and his boyfriend. Right there in front of us. Open and honest and, fuck, for a second, I thought I hated him for it because that made this feeling inside me more real. Made it crawl out of the dirt, unable to stay buried any longer, fighting and pulsing to get to the forefront. If Sammy could have this with Emerson, why couldn’t I with Jasper?
