Ira tilted his head. He hadn’t told Staas about this before? “Third year of college? That’s…three years ago, yeah.”
Three years ago since the evening Damian J. Katz kissed him after two hours of going over the notes for the anthropology test next Tuesday, and just over one year after they’d broken up. With a disconcerting mix of old warmth tinged with tension, Ira wondered how he was doing.
Suddenly his eyes widened as a thought struck him, a frisson of worry jolting through him. He was sure that Staas didn’t care about his orientation in general, but there was that one thing that the other man might feel betrayed about. And rather justifiably so.
“…Oh, damn. I guess I should have told you that before you invited me to share the bed, huh?”