Chapter 44

“More, baby, more,” I urged as we made our own music together, one song to heal, another to reveal what a true connection based on trust and affection could yield.

And yield it did when we both howled at the moon, like animals in heat, lost to the rhythm that overtook us and stole our breath.

“Fuck. Jesus. Piss. Shit.” These were just a few of the naughty words that flowed out of Gregory’s mouth.

My only response was, “At last.”

* * * *

Naturally, I was subjected to a lot of teasing by Tory and his boyfriend as time went on, but at least they stopped calling Gregory the “ice queen.” We were taking it one day at a time.

And as clueless as I could be about relationships, I’d stumbled upon a guy who looked past money, charm, and good looks and put up with the real me beneath it all on a daily basis.

I was a lucky man.

THE ENDNorwegian Woody