Chapter 3

“So, I see you’ve decided to join me,” Darren

said, rising from the table and pecking Blake on the lips.

Blake cringed, although he tried not to. It

wasn’t that he was ashamed of being gay, he just wasn’t the type of

guy who went around kissing people in restaurants. He probably

wouldn’t do it if he was straight. It felt a little cold and

impersonal to him. Blake preferred kissing on an old comfortable

couch when no one else was around.

“I’m only a few minutes late,” Blake

whispered, taking his seat.

“Oh, no worries, I’ve come to expect you to

be late and to play your little games. Keep a guy waiting, right? I

would be upset, but you look good enough to eat.”

“I’m not playing games,” Blake said, putting

his napkin in his lap.

“If you say so, but I understand

insecurities. Do you want calamari?”

“I’m not insecure,” Blake said, squeezing the

napkin in his lap a little too hard.

“Well, you have no reason to be, the way you