Pretty Boy (manxboy)

Chapter Eight

Gabe

I had been home for two months now.

So that meant that it had been one month since Sam had come into my life.

I had to admit that it was a pretty fucking good month.

He made life...pretty great.

Being friends with him made me feel good...happy.

I knew I was shit at conveying that to him because I was basically a caveman, but he meant a lot to me.

It probably wasn't a good idea to go telling him how much he meant to me anyways. It was really inappropriate and I needed to keep it to myself.

I hadn't let myself take naps when he was at the house after the last incident with the nightmare had happened.

I didn't want him to freak out about it again.

It was nice that he was concerned about me.

But I didn't need help. I was perfectly fine.

So I had some nightmares and the sounds of gunshots sent me into a panic attack? It wasn't that big of a deal.

I could handle it on my own.

I didn't need to see anyone about it. I didn't need some stranger helping me through it.

Serena may have been the only other person aware of them, but Sam was the only person that acted like he truly cared.

It was nice that he cared, but I also wanted to show him that I was strong.

I felt this incredibly powerful need to show him just how strong I was.

I was looking at him every so often as we ate breakfast together.

It had kind of become our tradition to eat together after Serena left for work.

I looked forward to it every morning. It was time that I could count on spending quality time with Sam.

Jack was there too, but he couldn't talk. So it was basically just Sam and me alone.

I wouldn't give up that time for anything. It was very important to me.

Sam smiled coyly at me as he popped a slice of strawberry in his mouth.

I was completely riveted when his tongue peeked out of his mouth, licking his lip the smallest bit.

Who knew a tiny slip of tongue could look so erotic?

After getting off to the thought of Sam just about every single night, I had accepted I felt attraction towards him.

I knew it made me a shitty person. I was married and shouldn't be attracted to anyone besides my wife.

But the truth was...I was incredibly attracted to Sam.

I didn't know why. I didn't know what it was about him specifically that pressed all the right buttons for me.

I had never been attracted to a guy before. I knew I wasn't gay. And I didn't think I was bisexual either.

But I also knew I couldn't be completely straight.

Were there such things as levels of gayness?

Maybe I was level one.

Just barely gay.

Just a smidge.

I watched Sam lick his spoon clean of yogurt.