The next few days with Grant had been wonderful. Wrapped in an extended proposition, he had introduced Paris to many of New York’s finest nightspots, museums, and art galleries, always adding extensive information on the artists and their periods. He even bought him gifts, clothes, and had been talking about the two of them doing some traveling.
But now as he stood in the shower, he knew the moment was coming when he would have to—break Grant’s heart.
With that on his mind, he moved slowly as he wrapped the towel around his waist and came walking out of the bathroom. He looked over at Grant but said nothing. With a few thoughts tumbling around in his head, he sat down on the bed and then lay across it on his back, the balcony curtains blowing in the warm night wind. His hands were lazily
