Chapter 4: Games People Play
Friday evening, Wes grabbed my hand as we stepped out of the apartment building on our way to meet a couple of my friends, Brandon and Isaac, at the Game’s Afoot Grub & Pub. I stiffened for a moment, but forced myself to relax. I really had been fooling myself, thinking I was “out and proud.” Not with a reaction like that about something so simple.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I gave his hand a squeeze. “Sorry, I’m not used to PDAs, even mild ones like this, but on a conscious level, I’m perfectly cool with it.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah.” I took a deep breath and blew it out as we strolled down the sidewalk. “I think that’s why you caught my attention back at Brownsville U. I admired your activism and envied how you were so unapologetically you.”
Wes lifted our han
