I’m enjoying my time with him. Nights are filled with hot, glorious lovemaking. It doesn’t feel like “just sex” anymore. There’s a closeness that goes beyond the physical. I know I’m going to be hurting when this ends. But I may as well enjoy what’s happening rather than deny it.On our final day in Munich, we had just left the hotel for some additional sightseeing and buying, when Nate got a call. At first, I thought it was business, then he said, “Dad? A stroke? When?” and I knew it was really bad. My heart shattered when I heard this news.“Corey, we have to head back to the States. I just got a phone call about my father – he’s in the hospital in El Paso. He just suffered a stroke. I’ll call the pilot and find out the soonest we can go back, so we’d better pack and check out,” he tells me. His blue eyes are darker, shadowed with pain. Despite his assessment that he and his parents are estranged, I see that he loves them. He takes my hand, hurrying me back to the hotel, where we pack our belongings.
