I lay on my back staring up at the ceiling. Andy was rolled on his side caressing my chest and nipples. Even as I responded to his touch, I was thinking how strange life could be. The year had started out with me worrying about Brad making a wrong choice for his life and was ending with that choice being made in a way that made me comfortable and happy. Why was that? Was I becoming heterophobic? Or was I truly concerned for Brad’s happiness? I tried not to think about that and instead concentrate on the sensations that were running through my body because the man I loved was loving me.
The next morning Hank drove Brad back to Toledo for treatment for bumps and bruises before going on to Columbus and The Congress.
As they were leaving, Ted went up to them. “You guys make a great couple. I know you’ll be very happy.”
“Thanks, Ted,” Brad said, giving him a hug.