Chapter 2Ben finally succeeded in dragging himself to the front door of the apartment he shared with his boyfriend. He fumbled to get the key out of his pocket. Once he had it in his hand, it took him a full minute to find the lock and slide the key into it.
God, they’d been so in love then, they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other. Not to say they weren’t in love now—Jesus, he was so exhausted he wasn’t making any sense. Rick was busy with his thesis, and Ben was working as much overtime as he could get, saving up for a house of their own.
He could just see it—a white, split-level ranch with green shutters and trim, the broad lawn with mature oaks and willows, and a white picket fence. As for the inside, since it would be just him and Rick, the number of bedrooms was imm
