Garrett had not known happiness like the joy he had experienced with Eron over the last month. At least once a week they arranged a date. Most of the time Eron met him at his apartment. Once Garrett went into the city and they went to a gay bar after their afternoon of lovemaking.
Theirs wasn’t an ideal situation, but it was probably the best for which he could hope. As if his prophecy the night at the country club had come true, Garrett kept up the appearance of dating Johnette while secretly stealing away to meet Eron.
* * * *
Eron woke up slowly. Instead of Garrett, he cuddled a pillow. He searched around the foreign room for the alarm clock to see it was three-thirty. He had slept two hours.
Must have needed it.
As Eron’s eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, he found Garrett sitting on the steps outside the French doors. He grabbed the other robe from the bathroom, his cigarettes and joined Garrett outside.
“Hello, sleepyhead,” Garrett said as Eron sat down.