Chapter 14: A Part of Me
We have dinner at an expensive Italian restaurant called Malone’s with the most adorable waiters. The red wine is expensive and delicious. The stuffed shells are something remarkable. Corey feeds the piano man a five-dollar bill to play Lady Gaga’s “You and I” while he rubs my hand within his own under the table.
The atmosphere is intoxicating and blissful. Corey wants to dance with me, but I reject, thinking it too much of a gay scene for other couples to consume while they attempt to enjoy their personal evenings. “Come on,” he begs. “This is about us. Don’t worry about everyone else.”
So I dance with him, with my cowboy hat on for security measures and my belt buckle rubbing against his stomach. He holds me in his arms and lets me rest my chin on his right sh
