Gareth sat in his hotel room, drumming his fingers on the table.
Things were not good.
Not good indeed.
He thought it was just a passing fancy.
Something that caught his interest for the day.
That, he would soon forget all about that handsome, charismatic young man the other day.
He was just good eye-candy.
That he had fun with.
Gareth started rubbing his head vigorously, totally messing up his normally immaculately styled hair.
This could *not* be happening.
He liked girls, damnit.
Girls!
Though he did find certain type of guys interesting … but it was just that!
Simple interest.
You know, like buddy-buddy, comrade, drinking friend - that sort of thing.
Gareth gritted his teeth and started gnashing them.
But why did it feel like this Lance person was more than that? More than just a simple interest?
Why hasn't he been able to get this Lance person out of his system yet?
