Chapter 11

Although, Josh may be relieved to have found him gone.

Fuck. He slammed his fist on his steering wheel. Why did this happen again? Three years of careful hook-ups, not getting involved, not allowing his heart to feel anything—all down the drain with one mistake. All he wanted was to shower, to wash away the lingering smell of sex, to eat half a dozen KrispyKreme glazed donuts, and spend the day wallowing in his misery.

The donuts would come first. A shop was just around the next corner. What better way to wallow?

4

His phone pinged several more times before he turned it off and settled into a Star Trek Voyager binge on Netflix. Freshly showered and wearing his favorite old flannel pants, he had his donuts, his Dr. Pepper, and what was left of his dignity. Rick prepared to sink into his misery and leave the world for aday.