Chapter 5

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” he finally said. “I already know what you like in a man, because he’s standing right in front of you, pal.” Pax sounded arrogant and determined. His chest puffed out a little, he smirked even wider, and then he admitted, “I want to kiss you something terrible, Cal, but I’m afraid you’d punch me.”

Again, I said nothing. My heartbeat simply rang within my ears and my throat went completely dry. Between my legs, an unexpected burst of pre-ooze had moistened my boxer-briefs, but he couldn’t know that, nor was I about to tell him. A secret liked that—just like my sexuality—could never be exposed.

“Every moment since I came home from the hospital, all I can do is think about kissing you. What do you think about that?”

I shook my head and finally said, “You’re not queer, Pax. The man you were before the accident would never have felt or said that.”