Respite
Two men are forced to meet, and love, in secret.
"It's wrong, what you and I are doing." I say this even as I hold him close. He lifts his head from my shoulder to regard me with those large, guileless blue eyes. "How can love ever be wrong?" For weeks now, he's used that word—love—to describe the way we feel about each other. Not once have I uttered it, but I've never disputed it, either. Still, I'm consumed by uncertainty. The young man sitting in the back of my car,...