Words by John Inman

Author:John Inman [Inman, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64080-156-1
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2018-06-12T04:00:00+00:00

MILO AWOKE the next morning feeling like he had spent the night with his head attached to one of those clattering machines they use at Home Depot to stir paint. He wasn’t hungover. He wasn’t sick. On the contrary, he was flat-out euphoric. It was just that his brain seemed a little scrambled. And why wouldn’t it?

Holy cow, what a night!

Milo thought back to everything he and Logan had done together. The roughhousing in the pool, the talking over beers as they floated in the water, the way Logan had looked damned near naked in those droopy swimming trunks Milo had loaned him.

And the hours they really did spend naked, wrapped in each other’s arms in the bed. Jesus.

Milo had woken up starving because in the excitement of their being together, neither he nor Logan had thought to eat dinner.

He sat now at his computer, trying to will himself to write. He had an industrial-sized bag of potato chips beside him—breakfast of champions—and as hungry as he was, he hadn’t touched them. Staring at the words on the screen he had written only minutes before, he realized with dawning horror that they made no sense whatsoever. They might as well have been typed in Swahili. Maybe they made no sense because all his little gray cells were taken up with a far more important problem.

Trying to figure out why Logan had slipped away in the middle of the night. That was the problem. Another problem was why Milo, waking alone in his bed with the scent of Logan on the sheets beside him, felt so crushed that Logan had gone.

Milo’s hand reached out for the phone, but he quickly pulled it back. Would he sound desperate if he called Logan so soon? Would he sound accusatory if he demanded to know why Logan had left? And if he did, would it matter that he sounded desperate and accusatory? Well, yeah, it would. Milo didn’t want to come off as some lovesick dipshit who falls for a trick after one blow job and a cuddle.

Still staring at the phone, he squeezed his fingers into a fist and frowned. Somehow, he didn’t like thinking of Logan as a trick. Christ, it had been more than that, hadn’t it?

More confused than ever, he glanced at the meaningless words on his computer screen, then shifted to stare through the window that looked out over the pool. God, he longed to see Logan again. Standing there. Right now. Right this minute. In Bryce’s old swimming trunks, maybe, his beautiful tall body glistening with pool water, the dark hair on his strong sexy legs slicked down by the water sluicing off him, eyes laughing, one perfect dimple etched into his cheek. Or in the bed, flat on his back, his long muscular arms wrapped around Milo’s hips, drinking from Milo at the moment of climax. Just as Milo was drinking from him.

Milo remembered it all. Everything about last night was seared into his brain. Just recalling

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