8 Chapter 8

“Damn, I missed everything about you,” Ricky says in a deep octave, all smiles and eyes sparkling in the icy afternoon.

“I’ll leave you two alone so you can eye-fuck each other,” Sandy sarcastically says. He walks with his head down along Ross Street, becoming lost in the world of snow, wind, and whatever unwanted bullshit is going to come his way within the next few minutes, alone and chilled.

“Sandy!” Jonah calls out. “Sandy, wait up!” He dashes away from Ricky and chases after his boyfriend. His feet meet ice on the sidewalk at the front of the Tudor and he almost tumbles on his ass, saved from splintering bones. How he catches his balance at the very last second before demolishing his spine is a Christmas miracle. Once he reaches Sandy, who huffs and puffs like an angry reindeer, beyond pissed, he wraps an arm around Sandy’s back, pulls him close, and says, “Forget about Ricky. He means nothing to me. You’re my man.”