Chapter 20

He was going to miss Tre. There. He’d said it. He was going to miss the way Tre smiled at him, the way he smelled. He was going to miss the way Tre seemed to know how to always touch him, the way they fit together without awkwardness. He was going to miss talking in the middle of the night about the secret love of Coleridge and Wordsworth, and mid-afternoon debates about the inefficacy of current social policies.

And he was going to miss the sex. Because Tre was a gorgeous specimen of a man and he knew exactly what to do to make Michael feel like his head was going to explode.

He stood out of the way when a young boy came rushing up to Tre at the rental agency, watching with a half-smile as Tre absorbed the praise and then somehow managed to turn it back toward the kid. It might have been a tough weekend for him, but this was his element. He was a natural. No wonder he didn’t want to sabotage his career.