Chapter 54

After dinner they retreat to the living room where DeMar snuggles up close to Josh on the couch. Whenever Josh grins at him, DeMar winks, and his hands have a seductive habit of trailing along Josh’s arm or leg or back throughout the evening.

It’s well after midnight by the time they make it upstairs, Josh leaning heavily against DeMar. But at the landing he stops where the hall divides—to the right is the door to his own room. The guest bedroom where DeMar unpacked earlier is farther down on the right. Indecision wars within Josh, mingling with the wine and the night until he isn’t sure what he wants. These arms around me,he thinks fuzzily, burrowing into DeMar’s embrace when his lover holds him close.

Ex-lover, he tries telling himself, but the word doesn’t take root as readily as it had earlier in the day