When the day had dawned, the impending party had created a sour taste in Jay’s mouth. Typically, he loved any excuse to dress up without the risk of standing out in an unpleasant way, not that he gave two figs about being the oddball in a world full of men who couldn’t wear their pants properly. The party, however, was one of the things he’d expected to do with his boyfriend, then they would spend a quiet Christmas with each other, part for a few days and reconnect for New Years. At least, that was what he’d wanted. So much for the best laid plans.
Then he asked the one question he’d been dying to give voice to for so very long.
How quickly his mood about the party changed when Walden accepted his invitation. He sensed Walden’s nervousness and apprehension on the ride over, trying his da
