The guy exercised more than anyone I knew. I was getting to know his moods, having caught him after, before, or during random workouts. It was mostly by text, but every now and again, I liked to shake things up with a phone or video call. He still never called me, but when I reached out, he always answered. The endgame here was to make sure he knew he wasn’t alone, to be a friend he could talk to.
I wasn’t sure I was built that way, or why I was thinking about that when it came to Anson. My life was full enough with my career, and honestly, I didn’t know if I wanted to sleep with only one person for an extended period of time.
Well, the sex part would be fine if he wasn’t in the closet, but I didn’t want more than that. He wasn’t ready for that with anyone, and I wasn’t looking for that kind of baggage.
Anson was sexy as all hell, and if the situation were different, I’d definitely want him in my bed, but I didn’t have any illusions we were anything other than friends.
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