It was another two weeks and just after Halloween when Simms and I finally had our date. He’d been told to take a couple days off since he’d been working a case for three days straight and it had just broken the night before. This wasn’t to say that we hadn’t been having s*x in the meantime. But we’d also tried to find a few minutes a day just to check in and see how the other was doing. It was so different from what I’d had with Jerry—with anyone, really. Simms and I were forging a connection, trying to have an adult relationship where, yes, the s*x was smoking, but we did other things, too.
After a meal spent teasing each other with forks and suggestive licks, we went to see a play that was hilarious. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had so much fun, and in the company of a person
