Greetings, all!

Side Effects continues today with this snippet following immediately from last week’s six. Max has found himself confronted with his fondest desire—embodied in his best friend, Damien:

I swallowed, trying to clear a tightness in my throat, “No, not at all.”

Damien’s thumb made soft, slow circles on the back of my hand, while he continued, “Good—because I was hoping we might get … ahem … better acquainted.”

His touch was burning a hole in my mind. “Damien, we already know each oth—” The implication jammed my brain—all I could think about was the gentle contact he was making on my skin—then my mental gears screamed into action. “Ahh … uh …  oh … you mean physically!”

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My apologies to everyone for last week’s SNAFU. Things got away from me and the next thing I knew it was Sunday–and I hadn’t posted! Anyhoo …

This week’s six is again from Side Effects (which should be releasing later this month). In the last snippet Damien reacted poorly to Max’s seemingly less than excited response to Damien’s news. Now Max is on the hot seat:

I leaned across the table and grabbed his arm, ignoring the tingle along my nerves. “You’re not stupid–you just … surprised me–that’s all!” I smiled what I hoped was a charming smile.

Damien sat forward, his hand landing on mine and sending more tingles to race up my arm. “Then you’re not offended?”

I was anything but offended; the electric jangles were making my pulse race and my vision swim.

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This week’s six continue from Side Effects and follow directly from last week’s snippet, where Damien revealed his attraction to Max:

“Yeah, you,” Damien replied, cocking his head to the left, which threw a lock of brown hair across his forehead.

God, how I wanted to touch those curls; but I focused on wiping the ketchup off my pants leg—and ignoring the fullness that was developing in my crotch. “Well, that’s … uh … unexpected.”

Damien threw his hands up. “I knew it was going to weird you out–I should have simply kept my mouth shut.” Leaning back in the booth, he scrubbed his face with his palms and moaned, “Jeez, I am soooo stupid!”

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This week I’m returning to my WIP, Side Effects. (If you’d like to catch up, click here.)

Our narrator, Max, and his psychology lab partner, Damien, have taken a dinner break during which Damien has dropped a small bomb on unsuspecting Max:

“I’m gay,” Damien told his plate, “but I don’t know if I should be telling you–I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Feigning nonchalance I definitely didn’t feel, I picked up a French fry and dragged it through my ketchup. “Noah’s my best friend; so why should your being gay make me uncomfortable?”

“Max,” Damien looked up to meet my gaze, “I’m betting that Noah doesn’t dream about you.”

 The French fry landed in my lap.

“M … me?”

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