He still remembered the first time that he saw him. It was four years ago.
He was doing his masters abroad. The studies were a bit hectic and in order to freshen up, he decided to go clubbing with a few friends.
Who knew that before he could walk into that club, he would spot him?
Richard wasn't the most handsome man he had seen in his life. In fact, there were so many guys who were better than him and yet something about him kinda pulled him.
Was it the fact that he was busy laughing heartily while his friend glared at him as if he wanted to skin him alive?
Was it because his cheeks looked puffy or that his eyes looked clear despite being in that kind of place?
Eric would be lying if he confessed that he was born gay. He was straight as a pole and had been into girls for as long as he remembered. But that fateful night, he found himself having a very strange dream. He had to wash his sheets the next day and the days that followed.
