The building still had vacancies, but was mostly full. The inside of my head exploded in white star bursts and gray miasma. It was the kind of hug you'd give a friend in need. It hurt you, he said.
How do I explain to you that Nathaniel enjoyed being on stage, that he sort of forced the situation on me? You're the victim, please, you weren't chained up. Richard lay back on the bed, one knee up, the other down, so that he looked winsome as hell against the red sheets. I don't know what I would have said-probably something not helpful-but just then the phone rang. His chest was so close to my face that it was harder not to have my lips touch him, than to touch him.
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