Chapter 51

Bryan

caught his wrist. “Please. I’m sorry. Sit down.”

“Fuck.”

Phiz pulled at the ends of his hair. He was still frowning but he sat again.

“Good

god, all we do is apologise. I was out of order. I shouldn’t have said that to

you. Not in that tone, anyway.” He didn’t mean it either: he didn’t mean to

scorn or snap at Phiz. Phiz was living proof to Bryan of all the different

people out there, and Bryan wanted to spend more time with him. But Phiz was

just very disturbing. Unsettling.

Phiz

laughed softly. “Yeah. Look at us.” They both did just that—met each other’s

eyes again.

And

suddenly Bryan knew it was more than wanting to spend time with Phiz. He wanted

him. Wantedhim. The ruffled student look. The sly/shy smile. The

tension in his body, the fidgeting, the fizz. His humour; his vibrancy;

his company. He wanted the honesty that was developing between them. The

internet had taught Bryan an amazing lot about alternative lifestyles over the