Chapter 18

I took a deep breath, passed Bill his drink, and finally found the courage to ask that fatal question, “Were you lovers with Seth?”

The look he gave me was one of utter surprise: semi-opened mouth, wide eyes, flared nostrils. It was of pure astonishment and nothing less. The young man turned a vivid shade of white and looked as if he was going to vomit, unloading his sour stomach between us. That action did not transpire, though. Instead, he downed half of his fresh drink in one spill, and wiped his beautiful mouth with the back of his left hand. “Tom,” escaped his pink-white lips, he blinked, and then added, “I have a confession to make.”

“What confession?” It was gruff and to the point, rather rude in a begrudged tone.

Bill shook his head and explained, “I never liked Seth that way. He wasn’t my type. I always thought him too old for me. He might have been my friend and muse, but that was the extent of our relationship, honestly.”