31. Cole
Thirty One
Cole
Our reunion is like a movie.
I stand outside his car door. Slowly he opens it and we stare at each other for a good two minutes silently.
As I sped down the stairs, I was expecting him to yank me into his car, strip me, and bounce me on his dick like crazy.
But this isn’t Danny, it’s Sal.
He’s gentle, tender.
Opening his leg, he pulls me in and holds both hands.
“I’m.. I owe you an apology.”
The way he averts his gaze, it reads guilty. Why is he the one saying sorry? As if he’s the one who did wrong. I’m pretty sure ignoring him all week was rude of me…
“Maybe I shouldn’t have been so mad over something so silly…”
Sal shrugs.
Gratitude blossoms in my chest. He’s not going tit for tat, he’s not harboring resentment as fuel to fight with me.
“You have a right to be angry. It’s just…”
Seeing him at a loss for words throws me off. It makes me want to hush him up with my lips.
Rather than distract him, I let him flounder until he finds solid footing.
After a week of keeping us apart, the least I can do is give him time. Time to get his words out.
“No one knows I’m gay, I mean no one in my life right now. Well of course except you and the two people I told today.”
Shock overtakes my features.
Two people? Who are those people?
Is he including his dad? Though I get the sense his father isn’t included as he already knew.
“I know.”
The grin is proud and childish. It’s like a glimpse of him from when he was younger. I try to picture a twenty something year old Sal trying to make it back ten years ago. How hard was it back then to be gay?