After I’d stormed out of Sam’s apartment I leaned back on his door, my emotions flying around my head like those winged monkeys from Oz. God, making love with Sam had been perfect, and I’d hoped that my fantasy about him really being bisexual instead of gay had come true. But it turned out that nothing about him was true. Then I heard him say he loved me, and I almost ran back into his arms. Was he lying when he said he loved me? Yeah, probably. From his own admission he’d lied about everything for most of his life. I did not need that in my life; the fact that I wanted Sam more than anything was just something I’d have to learn to deal with. And there was no way last night was his first time. No one is born knowing moves like that. I burst out of Sam’s building into the chill morning air; being that it was early on Sunday morning, the streets were still rather empty. I searched my purse for my phone so I could see what time it was, then I remembered leaving it on Sam’s kitchen table before we’d left for the wedding.
