Tales from the Foxhole: Chapter 9
Lance sat in his living room on a handmade rocking chair a few days later, the bison repeatedly checking his phone and staring into the lit fireplace. It had been days since Adam had texted him, and he was beginning to worry. ...
You Get One
This was a world he built on his own, when a boyfriend felt like a few weeks of flirting texts and lucid nights, where losing himself in the haze of substances was normal, where he wasn't thinking beyond the next few hours.