Matthew Haldeman-Time

He wanted Jordan so badly, his fantasies consumed him. Whenever he reached out to touch something, paper, the phone, his steering wheel, there was a brief moment when he expected his hand to come in contact with the smooth silk of Jordan__ skin. When he ate, his tongue instinctively sought the taste of Jordan. Whenever he picked up the phone, he expected to hear Jordan__ voice.

You__e an English major, aren't you?_ __ey!_ Immediately retreating, Keith swatted at him with a dishcloth. __eave my brain alone. It__ resting._ __orry, sorry._ He leaned away, hands up to display his surrender. __ didn't mean it, I take it back._ __ou__ better

You want me to invite him to dinner._ __ want you to invite him to dinner,_ she agreed. __ou know,_ he said, __ost gay men don__ have mothers who are this enthusiastic about their love lives._ __hat__ probably true,_ she said. __ou__e one of the lucky ones.

Jordan, there isn't a straight woman or gay man alive who wouldn't drop everything to have dinner with you. I've been in this business for all of my life, and I know the difference between people who pretend to like you to get ahead, and people who are actually interested in getting to know you. Patrick wants to get to know you. Preferably naked, but that__ up to you._ __ can__ wait until you__e old enough to be senile and start saying these things in public._ ____ very lucky to have such a loving son.