Jack and I are easy together. We make sense: neighbors to friends to lovers, Jack and Benji, married by twenty-five. He's tall and lean, with soft blond hair and steady hands around my waist. In our younger days, he made me feel like one of the boys before I was one of the boys, even if he had to take a beating for me. He held me as I recovered from top surgery, fetched me water and yogurt and painkillers, and massaged he...