Wheat sat in the corner of the family Rolls, staring resolutely out the window while his mother and father sat stiffly side by side and ignored him. He should have known better. Sometimes there didn’t seem to be anything he could do that would make his parents happy.
His “relationship” with Adam James, IV had only lasted a few months before he began getting the feeling Adam was looking for an excuse to break things off. Wheat really hadn’t gotten very rough with him. All he’d done was grip Adam’s biceps in order to pull him up so Wheat could kiss him without getting a crick in his neck. He hadn’t meant to split Adam’s lip, he’d just gotten carried away. Adam was hot. From Adam’s reaction, you’d have thought Wheat told him he wanted him to wear a ball gag and a butt plug with a horse’s tai
