Marcus gazed at the door. Nate had gone out that door. Incredible. Astounding.
He touched his mouth, briefly; he touched the bed, the sheets and pillowcases. Beautiful. Revelatory. Worthy of awe.
He wanted to laugh; he wanted to hug something. Someone. The world.
He let himself fall back into the bed, and just lay there beaming at the ceiling and the lamp and his iPad for some time. His bed smelled of Nate and s*x and pleasure. He loved it. He loved it all. He wanted more.
He knew they shouldn’t’ve done this. He avoided the thought for a while, but it sobered him eventually.
Not a mistake. Not in that sense. They’d both wanted this, felt this, come together like the pull of gravity. He wanted to feel this way again forever; he wanted to see Nate smile, to make Nate laugh, forever.
Bu
