(Author’s Note: Sorry for the late upload. I'm out of town and very busy with work, so I don't have the time to write. To everyone who supported this story. Thank you. Godbless and Be Safe.)
Matthew was back in a couple of days, probably having made, like, $100,000 an hour while I’d flailed around trying to come up with something, anything. But still nothing. It was disconcerting because I’d never lacked for inspiration before.
There’d always been something going on at college. The problem was, here there was nothing. Just wealth and quiet and bulletproof glass. I mean, unless I wanted to write about being the…kept man of a gay billionaire. Except no. Just no. I would never do that to Matthew. Or, for that matter, to myself.
In any case, I was glad for the promise of distraction when M
