Being Fitz

Lysander "Fitz" Fitzgibbon used to teach at a university, but quit when his father grew ill and needed someone to take care of him. Years later, after his dad's death, Fitz has given up on his dreams, drives a bus route, and endures visits from Jerry, who can't really be called a friend, and barely a benefit. Fitz is lonely, worries about his weight, and figures life won't be getting any better.<br><br>Then, Fitz stumbles over a dead body in the park. As if life couldn't get any worse, he has a run-in with Detective Holland Simms, whose infuriating arrogance and brash behavior provokes Fitz to punch him. But strangely enough, Fitz feels more alive around Simms than he has in a long time, though he finds it hard to believe that the confident Simms would want anything to do with him. Should he take a chance on more?

J.D. Walker · LGBT+

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23 Chs

Chapter 9

Simms looked at me like I was crazy. “Are you nuts? I wanted to jump so badly when we met, but it wouldn’t have been professional.”

I scoffed even as I felt a glimmer of…something…at his confession, because he had to be lying. He had to. “Please. What is this, some kind of ‘let’s show our appreciation to the plain, dumpy guy who just stumbled across a body’? Is that what this is? Some way of assuaging your conscience or something? ‘Cause I’m not buying it.”

Simms glared at me. “This pity party of yours is pathetic. You could have whatever you want, whomeveryou want. You’re letting the past rule your life.” And the pity that crossed his face made me feel shame—and anger. Who did he think he was, to judge me?

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