Chapter 12

“I’m certain now,” Liam said once our mouths had separated.

“Huh?” I said in my befuddled and breathless state.

Liam got off the sofa and knelt in front of me. “Ernest, my beautiful, sweet, vulnerable Ernest. I was always taught that being gay was one of the most despicable things imaginable. A sin against God, a freak of nature, an abomination. I didn’t think I was any of those things, nor was I like the effeminate people you see on the TV. So I told myself I wasn’t gay. But being with you, talking to you, and just now kissing you, it’s the most wonderful thing in the world. And if enjoying those things makes me gay, then that’s what I am.”

He then rose, wrapped his oh so strong arms around me, and we sucked face some more.

We must have spent a couple of hours sitting on that sofa, talking, crying, and of course, kissing. I realised my world just hadn’t been complete without this man in it. Then I thought about the last man who had gotten under my defences, and I stiffened.