POV: Gordan
Sometimes I wonder why I do the things I do. Maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe it was the way he grinned at me, all teeth showing. Maybe it was the music to his laugh, like a ballad of angels in my ears. Maybe it was how lonely I felt, or how not-myself I could become when with others. maybe it was the way that he smelled. Butterscotch. Sweet and divine. Maybe it was his words. Poetry spoken aloud. Maybe it was the noise he made when he screamed as i pushed into him on that cold, drunken night. The sigh that escaped his lips, and the moistness that filled the car, fogging up the windows, hiding us from all.
No.
I cant let that happen.
Not again
I'll tell myself it was just was just the alcohol.
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Butterscotch
RomanceGordan James Ramsey is an uptight, career orientated man with a no nonsense attitude. Being an older straight, cisgender, white man, Gordan hates everything and anyone is that is different. The idea of befriending anyone who doesn't fit his idea of...
