Tyson has a serious crush on Justin, a friend and coworker at his job with the call center. Justin is everything he ever wanted in a man: kind, thoughtful, and hotter than hell. Those tight jeans he likes to wear leave nothing to the imagination, much to Tyson's delight. Problem is, Tyson is a foodie and Justin, a sports hound. The only 'exercise' Tyson likes to participate in is cooking or sex, and lots of both. Desperate, Tyson comes up with a plan to get Justin's attention. He joins a gym to train for a 5k race in which Justin will also be participating. Maybe if Justin thinks Tyson is interested in sports, he'll see Tyson in a new light and ask him out. Unfortunately, nothing goes as planned. Justin knows Tyson hates sports, so why the sudden interest? It all blows up in the break room where, after being cornered by Justin, Tyson grudgingly admits his attraction. He’s an idiot for trying to get Justin’s attention, and he knows it. So Tyson tries to put some distance between them, but suddenly Justin won't let him. He convinces Tyson to meet him for coffee and talk it all out. Will Tyson overcome his fear of rejection to hear what Justin has to say?

Run to You

“Talk to me, Tyson. What’s really going on?”


All right, I’d had enough. “What’s reallygoing on? What the fuck do you care?” I admit it. I yelled at him.


Justin held up both hands and said, “Hey, calm down. Of course, I care. You’re my friend.”


I completely lost it, then. “You’re my friend. That’s just fucking great. Well, friend, catch a clue. I wanted you to see me as more than friends, alright? I like you a lot, but I didn’t see any way you would be interested in me, Mr. Ordinary, major foodie, sucks at sports, and pretty boring all around. So, when I heard you talking about the race, I thought, hey, maybe I should try that, and then he’d notice me. I guess I’m just pitiful.”


I deflated then, all the fight gone out of me. “Look,” I said, “You asked, I answered. This doesn’t have to be weird. It’s not a big deal, okay? I’ll get over it. Just leave it alone.” With that, I left my coffee cup where it was and walked out of the break room, not looking back.


Chapter 5