Chapter 5

It’d been Clark who helped Ellis accept all parts of himself, even the ones that liked belts and buckles, but not when they were swung at him in hatred. Pain inflicted out of love…Ellis had never thought anything like that was possible until Clark.

Ellis supposed he had been and still was a little in love with Clark. Maybe a lot in love. But so was everybody who knew him. Clark owned a bar, Glow, in the Fashion District of New Amsterdam, and he was the epitome of the friendly barkeep. He loved talking to people and figuring out how they ticked, and just, well, he loved people. Period. Not everybody, of course, but the worthy, sure. With Ellis it was a forever loyal kind of love but not the romantic kind. Clark kept those lines clear, and Ellis had never gotten hurt, and besides, he didn’t want Clark like that. Ellis’s affection for Clark wasn’t Love, with the capital. That sort of Love was what Ellis wanted. Eventually, that is. If he ever found somebody who looked at him that way.