“It doesn’t have to be more than tonight,” he said. “Just a bit of fun, right?” He tried to laugh, make his tone light. Drew didn’t buy it for a second.
“You want more than that from me.”
“I’ll take anything I can get from you, Drew McGregor.”
“That’s not how I do things. I’d be taking advantage.”
He was welcome to take full advantage. Paul had to get out of here. He started to get up. Drew caught hisarm. “We’re still friends, Paul.”
Paul turned away but at the last moment turned back.
“If I wasn’t in the closet…would you?”
“Yes. You’d get a chance.”
All my choices are wrong.
* * * *
He didn’t dare try to see Drew again. He sent Drew an email the next day, apologizing, saying he’d been drunk and promising to keep his distance. Drew replied, saying it was fine, forget about it. They spoke on the phone a few times. The kiss, Canal Street, it was never mentioned.