A Kind of Honesty by Lane Hayes

Author:Lane Hayes [Hayes, Lane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lane Hayes
Published: 2019-06-17T22:00:00+00:00

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The crisp days and cooler evenings of April passed in a blur. Spiral practiced almost daily. There was a lighthearted feel to our sessions that made every day fun. I knew from experience the mood would intensify when we headed into the recording studio. It was best to enjoy the halcyon phase while it lasted. Add the thrill of having a secret lover with an insatiable sexual appetite, and I had to admit, I felt better than I had in months. I was excited about the band’s direction. Our newer material was catchy and showed a wide range of growth that demanded more of each member. And knowing most nights I could look forward to seeing Carter after a long day in the studio kept my energy level high. I noticed Cory, Rand, and Isaac exchange bemused glances every once in a while. They probably figured the cause was regular sex, but they didn’t press me for details. Thank God. I didn’t want to talk about Carter. I just wanted to be with him.

Our “yoga morning” changed everything. We didn’t have any major powwows about it, but the day spent in bed talking about everything from our favorite brand of peanut butter to the Yankees’ current lineup was a beginning. It was different from the night at Marcelle’s when we’d agreed to clandestinely meet for no-strings sex. We were friends now. Friends who texted baseball and basketball highlights peppered with suggestive pics of athletes’ asses we found online.

Sometimes we’d agree to meet at an out-of-the-way bar for a drink before heading back to one of our places. Our considerable libidos influenced our decision to stay in. We could hardly sit still in a crowded bar without touching each other. The slightest brush of his knee under a bar table sent my heart rate through the roof. I’d end up begging him to bore me with player stats until I could stand without making a fool of myself while Carter laughed gleefully at my predicament. By the time we fell into bed, we’d torn shirts, ripped off buttons, and knocked down lamps in our haste to get to skin. After a while we agreed it was easiest, and probably more cost-effective, to skip formalities and meet at his place or mine.

For a few blissful weeks, we successfully avoided the real world. I knew it wouldn’t last forever, but I was determined to savor it while it did. I didn’t want anyone’s opinion, and I didn’t want any BS to undermine whatever crazy force in the universe had me waking up early on Saturday mornings to attend yoga classes without complaint. Or minimal complaint. I was acting out of character, but fuck if I cared. It wasn’t anyone’s business anyway.

Though my mother would probably disagree.

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