“You’re home early,” Terry said, looking appalled as he opened the door to their little apartment in West Hollywood. “You said we needed to talk.” Trav had served in the military for eight years. He didn’t believe in bullshit, and he didn’t believe in the coy beating-around-the-bush looks Terry was giving him. “I said we needed to talk last week!” Terry protested, looking at him in disbelief. “Last week, when I was crying over the phone, I was so lonely!” “I was on a trip, Terry! There’s not much I could have done about it.” Trav shoved his way inside the apartment, seeing the pizza on the coffee table and frowning. “Did you eat in the living room? I thought we agreed—” “Well, yeah,” Terry said, half laughing. He hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, and his curly brown hair and brown stubble looked unkempt in a way that had always turned Trav off, and he was wearing little more than a white tank top and basketball shorts.
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