Chapter 3

By midnight the party was still going strong,and Donny had enough beers in his system to dull the ache in his heart.He’s doing it again,he thought as Greg’s hand trailed down his thigh absently.Fuck,can’t he see he’s flirting with me?Can’t he see how much it’s tearing me up inside?

Leaning closer to Greg,Donny inhaled the fresh scent of his hair deeply before he shouted overthe din of the crowd,“I’ve got to get going now.”

Greg turned to him with large,watery eyes.“No.”He pinched Donny’s nose playfully.“You can’t leave.”

Why not?Donny wanted to ask.Because you’re drunk and even though I know it’s wrong,I’m loving the attention you turn my way?“Greg,it’s getting late—”

“Come on,”Greg said,standing.He swayed a bit on his feet,and Donny placed a hand on the small of Greg’s back to steady him.The brief touch ignited Donny’s blood.Grinning down at him,Greg tugged on Donny’s arm.“I need some air.Come on,dude.”