For Cormac, every touch was shadowed by regret and anger and desperation, although he tried not to show it. Sean was being so clear, so brave. Doing the right thing because it was the right thing because it was the right thing to do, like he always did and always would do. Cormac could learn a lot from him.
Heidi BelleauBut now that he was here, he was happy. It wasn’t an uncomplicated kind of happy, but still. Something about the warm atmosphere, the way Cormac’s family teased him the same as they teased each other, fussed over him and brought him drinks, included him seamlessly in their conversation, just…recognized him.
Heidi BelleauSean’s hands had risen to comb the hair at the nape of his neck, to draw him closer, to coax his mouth—his heart—open.
Heidi BelleauOne benefit to being late: eating on the run meant Jonah didn’t have to do any agonizing over cafeteria seating. He just grabbed a bagel toasted to go and bustled right past the social minefield of half-empty tables and bacon-and-egg small talk.
Heidi BelleauSo those are your roommates, eh? What're the odds of having three gay-or-at-least-bi guys in one house, do you think?"
"Who knows. Just too bad I couldn't have used those odds to win the lottery instead."
"You did win the lottery. The gay roommate lottery."
Rob turned his attention to his cereal. "I don't consider it a win unless I'm getting laid out of it.
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