By Joshua Ryan
***This is the second to last chapter***
Three years had passed since I saw Steven on the Maskawa ferry, but I’d looked at the pictures maybe a thousand times, and yeah, that was him. His head was bald, but his lips were still thin and his nose was still the kind I used to see on all those guys in prep school — long and narrow, as if it wanted to look down on everything. And eyes never change. The eyes looking at me were the same eyes I saw in the picture on the back of my first Steven Meres book.
The rest was totally different. The body on the bed was packed into its uniform like a shell in a cannon. Every inch was filled with muscle. When he stood up, you could see the ripples moving under his white tee and the flex stretching his denim thighs. Hot, very hot when combined with the little pointed chin and the intelligent brown eyes. Which looked me up and down. I remembered meeting a guy in a bar who gave me his address and told me to come over in an hour from then. When I got there, I was met at the door by his boyfriend, who was packed exactly like this guy and was giving me the same look.
