Rich didn’t care enough to want to tell her.
Sweet juice burst on his tongue as he chewed a single grape, allowing his emotions to develop, to expand. He…enjoyed her not knowing, his being gay the one thing separate from his life here. The single most important facet of his personality he kept to himself. The need to tell her loomed, but for now, he sat back, blowing out a breath, relieved. He now knew he’d have no problem doing so when the time came. Until that day, keeping his sexuality private made him happy. He longed to share with one person. To his amazement, the person happened to be Ethan.
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