Chapter 46

Greg took Donny’s collar in both hands and pulled him closer. Donny tried to step back, tried to remain the one in control, the one who wasn’t drunk, the one—

Then Greg’s full lips closed over his with a warm softness he had always imagined and never really thought possible, and Donny couldn’t stop himself from leaning his body against Greg’s. “Stay with me tonight,” Greg whispered.

Even though Donny knew he shouldn’t, nothing in the world could make him say no.

* * * *

There isn’t a fourth postcard. I tell myself I’m not waiting for it, I’m not looking for it, I don’t care if I never hear from him again, but they’re all lies. Like the one he’s living now, or so he says. God, I wish I had had the courage to tell him how I felt all those years ago when I had the chance

All the nights I slept in my narrow bed and dreamed of him. All the days I wanted to make him mine. All the words I could have said and never did.