Something More Like Love by Francis GideonCraig always watches the door before Darren goes to work in the morning. The apartment is in need of a paint job and Craig could probably tell the man in the paint store the exact shade of butter yellow he’d need to replace it from the stare down he has on the edge of his seat every morning. Sometimes, Craig’ll glance furtively from the silver knob back to Darren as he shaves and slides his large arms into his suspenders—but Craig’s gaze always returns to the door. He knows no other way to keep his secret safe.
“Well, darlin’.” Darren’s long, southern drawl breaks into Craig’s thoughts. “I’m off to work now.”
Darren and Craig met at the diner where Darren waited tables when Craig was passing through Lafayette after a graduate conference. The stor
