That memory brought forth a bark of laughter from Beau. "Ah, fuck. We missed the anniversary." He shook his head in amusement. "But, alas, I'm spoken for this year."
There was another anniversary on the horizon. Not with Nate - that had taken a little longer - but it had been nearly a year since he'd come out. Nearly a year since he'd spoken to his parents. That thought hit him like a punch to the gut and he took another drink of wine.
"I think the only time I'll be getting you naed these days is if I want to paint you." Maybe that was where his modern fairytale idea was taking him?