“I’m sorry,” Trevor
said.
Turning momentarily he saw
a single tear run down Trevor’s cheek. Paul froze in place.
Emotions warred inside him. He should go comfort Trevor. None of
this was his fault. But he couldn’t. He was still processing the
idea that he’d taken a man out on a date. He’d been kissed by a
man, and had kissed the man back. Turning away, Paul slowly made
his way up the stairs.
** * *
Sleep eluded him.The night dragged on. He didn’t think the
morning would ever arrive. Images of Geraldine, her deep voice.
Hell, no wonder it was deep. Paul felt foolish, angry, confused.
Foolish that he had been taken in. Angry at Geraldine, no, Gerald
for lying to him. Paul’s confusion arose because he was more upset
about the lie, than because he’d kissed another bloke. The kisses
had been, well…Paul didn’t want to go there, but his mind seemed to
have other ideas. No, he wasn’t revolted at having kissed a man. He