Analog to Digital by Posy Roberts

Author:Posy Roberts [Roberts, Posy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63533-191-2
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-12-29T05:00:00+00:00

I THOUGHT for sure I’d wake up Christmas Eve morning with Toby’s lips wrapped around my dick. I was so in the mood to suck him down and lick him open, turn him into an unhinged mess of desire so he took everything he needed from me without holding back. It was one of our traditions, after all.

But no.

Instead I woke up to utter quietude. Again.

I didn’t bother showering, only tugged on a warm hoodie before I made my way downstairs to the coffeemaker. It was filled to the brim and piping hot, just like every other morning, but I’d never felt colder than I did right then. I knew there was no point checking each of the rooms in the house because they were obviously empty.

Now I stood looking out the wall of windows in the sunroom. The sunlight sparkled on the snow, making it look like blue glass decorated with rainbow prisms. I sipped my coffee and wondered why Toby had been so insistent on this trip when we weren’t spending any of it together. The entire time he talked about this trip, from breaking the news of the tickets to the conversations we had on the plane, everything had been phrased in “we” statements. Not “I” statements. Yet I was the only one here.

I sighed and my breath fogged up the window, so I breathed on it again until all the small panes of glass near me obscured my view outside. I wondered if the moisture would freeze, or would the dry warmth of the room burn it away first?

Staring down into my coffee mug, I could see my lower lip sticking out. I was pouting again, acting like a kid.

Rather than fight it, I allowed myself to wallow. I was a mature adult in every other instance of my life, leading a design team that created multimillion-dollar projects. I owned a car, a house, had checking and saving accounts, a diversified stock portfolio, a decent start on a 401(k) compared to other twenty-six-year-olds I knew, and I paid my bills on time. Every month. Not to mention my credit rating, which some banker had told me was “unbelievable” for someone so young.

But I’d give it all up to have him. To somehow tie myself to him, to devote the rest of my life making him happy and creating the kind of life we wanted to share. To build joy together. Bliss.

It seemed too late for that now.

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