Chapter 8

Halfway through the M’s, I see a name I haven’t thought of in forever. Morgan, Daniel.

The phone number is scratched out with a fierceness that bothers me. I did that, once upon a time, before Jon came into my life. Danny had been a pretty boy with a slow, sexy grin and a slim body that looked golden in low lighting. He had a quick laugh and eyes that sparkled like the stars, and damned if I wasn’t smitten with him from the moment we met, ten years ago now, on the day I moved into the dorms on campus.

Danny was already in the room—if I close my eyes, I can see him now, his dark hair wild from running his hands through it, clothes disheveled, boxes of books and personal effects strewn around the room. He took up both beds with those boxes, and when I opened the door to our room, he glanced over his shoulder, a smile already in place. “Hey, man. Let me guess—Seth Wiley?”