A young actor with a penchant for eyeliner leaves a girlfriend behind to find his gay best friend from high school...an unusual romance!
He's a young American in London. He's the romantic lead in a movie. He looks fabulous in black eyeliner. He has a girlfriend who worships him and friends who adore him. So what's bothering Sinter Blackwell?
Could it have anything to do with Andy, his best friend from high school, who happens to be gay, and once kissed Sinter when they were fifteen? Could it have anything to do with the fact that Sinter can't stop thinking about him, even though they haven't seen each other in years?
So Sinter leaves London and returns home to the Pacific Northwest to find Andy, dreading all the time how he will tell his disapproving parents that he is falling in love with another man. But little does he know that his ex-girlfriend is not finished with him...
I watched him as he rubbed my fingers and lifted them to his mouth to breathe warm air on them. His lips touched my skin. I swallowed. The bus was moving by now. The shadows were darker. He kept warming my hands for another minute or so, concentrating on the task, then let go and said, "Better?"
I nodded. "Thanks."
"Anytime." He gazed contentedly out the window, eyes skimming the sky. After a few minutes he yawned, and lightly rested his head on my shoulder.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head on his. All the way back to Seattle I breathed the smell of his hair, damp with warm melted snow, and thought a thousand times of lowering my head that half-inch and letting my lips touch the tip of his ear, or the side of his cheek. A dark bus, I told myself; nobody looking, nobody listening. Private yet casual. The perfect chance, if he was interested. If.
I didn't move the whole trip. I kicked myself mentally for it afterward.