Sean sat outside on the balcony, waiting. He was too nervous to read or watch TV or do anything, in fact, to pass the time. Every time the “L” train stopped a couple of blocks over, he would carefully scan Ashland Avenue, hoping to see Arliss walking north.
He had been an i***t that morning, and he knew it. He wouldn’t be able to relax until he set things right again—in person.
Although it seemed like forever, only a little less than an hour had passed when Sean spied Arliss coming up Ashland. The younger man seemed lost in his thoughts and certainly unaware that Sean was watching. The sight gave Sean a moment of voyeuristic thrill as he took him in—his long, gangly limbs, wide stride, broad shoulders, and the covering of pale brown stubble on his face. His platinum hair moved in the win
