Chapter 3

They lay holding each other. The only sound was their breathing becoming more regular.

Maybe this wasn’t so unlucky after all, Will thought, smiling to himself.

Then, as if remembering a dream, Will began to recall something. He remembered walking down a street with his arm around a man’s waist: Robby’s. He remembered going into a small shop where Mexican crafts and artifacts were sold. He held up his left hand. There on the ring finger was a pewter ring. He reached out and pulled Robby’s left hand to his. There on the third finger was a matching ring.

He looked into his lover’s eyes. “I remember…some of last night, anyway.”

“Dang!” Robby shouted as the two men rolled onto their sides. He grabbed Will and kissed him. He laughed his deep vibrant laugh. “Dang!” he shouted again. With that, Robby got to his knees and pulled Will to him. He kissed him long and hard again. “I was afraid there for a bit that all we said we meant to each other was just José talkin’.”