Chapter 3

Ian tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. It wasn’t often anyone paid him any attention. And tonight, he thought that was all going to change. Tonight, he thought he might be the one to take someone home with him. He brought the glass of wine to his lips, but realised he didn’t want to drink any more.

Then something occurred to him. Perhaps the man had told Zack he wasn’t interested. Perhaps he was asking Zack about his friend. But when he glanced back at them, it was quite clear that neither of those things had happened, nor would they. The two men were kissing. And Zack had the palm of one hand pressed against the man’s crotch.

Defeated, Ian put down his drink and made his way to the door, squeezing by the throngs of people still pouring into the club. Doing his best to fight back tears, he stepped out into the night and started the short walk home.