Chapter 10The next morning, Eason rolled out of bed and moved toward the kitchen. Nate had spent the night again, and he’d kissed him goodbye before he’d left for work with promises of prepared coffee and leftover pizza in the fridge for lunch.
There were butterflies in Eason’s belly. Spending time with Nate was so much better than having to listen to him through the wall of his apartment. He took care of Eason, fed him, held him, made him laugh, and kissed him goodbye before he left. Eason liked that. He more than liked it.
Hopping out into the kitchen, he chuckled when he spotted a pink Post-it on the coffee carafe. There was more text than the good morning, honey there had been yesterday, and he had to hop closer to see. He plucked it from the glass and read: There’s an outdoor concer
