Static by L.A. Witt

Author:L.A. Witt [Witt, L.A.]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Drumming my fingers on my desk, I read and reread Alex's e-

mail. I wasn't sure if he was being terse, or just short and to the

point. The presence of the message was a relief, though. He'd

dragged himself into work and could form a coherent, if brief,

message. That meant I could stop worrying quite so much.

His e-mail did nothing to help me concentrate. A few simple

words, and my already preoccupied mind inched even farther

away from al things work-related. Like I needed an e-mail to

distract me. There was a photo of Alex and me pinned to the

corkboard beside my desk, and today, that picture drove me

crazy.

It was one of those slightly crooked camera-held-at-arm's-

length self-portrait snapshots, taken a few months after we'd

started dating. Not something that would win any photography

awards, but I liked it. I had one arm around Alex and the camera

in my other hand, and she had both arms around my waist. Her

hair was up in a messy ponytail as it often was, and she had that

smile that stil made my heart skip. Looking at the photo now, I

kind of wished we'd both left our sunglasses off so I could see her

eyes.

I sighed and turned my attention to my computer screen and

al the work I'd neglected al morning. There wasn't much point in

that. It wasn't like I could concentrate. Even when I'd looked away

from the picture, I couldn't stop myself from seeing it.

Thumbing my chin, I gave up and stared at the picture.

I stil had no idea what to do about us. I didn't know what Alex

expected me to do. Elbows on my desk, I clasped my hands

together under my chin.

In theory, I could leave because she lied to me. She'd

deceived me into believing she was a static woman, and it was

only when the issue was forced that I'd learned the truth. No trust,

no relationship.

I could throw up my hands and say I couldn't deal with his

drinking. Hel , maybe I could sel myself some oceanfront property

in Arizona while I was at it. It would be nothing but a cop-out. Total

bul shit. How ironic: lying about leaving because she lied to me.

It was no lie that I couldn't deal with his drinking. It had

bothered me throughout our relationship, but I knew why he drank,

and if I was in his position, I'd have probably drunk a hel of a lot

more. It wasn't healthy, but it was understandable. That, and if it

was a deal-breaker, it should have been a deal-breaker six

months, a year, two years ago.

"You're going through hel right now," I could say, "but I've just

conveniently decided this week that I can't deal with your boozing

anymore. G'bye."

As for her dishonesty, the truth was I knew why she lied. If

anything, I regretted not making her feel like she could trust me

enough to tel me.

For that matter, the even deeper truth was that I didn't want to

leave. I just didn't know how to stay. Did we go on as friends? A

celibate couple? No, we were both far too sexual to be happy

living celibate lives.

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