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the
darkness, with nothing more than the moonlight streaming in through
the window to reveal the messy evidence of his self-gratification.
He grabbed a few tissues from a box on the bedside table to clean
himself and flopped back against the bed. His chest rose and fell
quickly, as he did his best to regain his normal breathing.
    He needed to stop doing this
to himself, he thought. Twice in a matter of hours? What the hell
was wrong with him? He dragged the sheets back up over his legs and
rolled onto his side. He remembered the talk he'd had last week with
Danni about his secret fantasies of being with a man. He was as
heterosexual as a guy could possibly get, so why did he have crazy
sexual thoughts about men? Did all men have such thoughts or was it
just him that was screwed up in the head?
    He
was living with the sexiest woman on the island and happy beyond
belief to be marrying her. Wasn't she enough to sate his over-active
libido? Christ! She could make him horny and keep him in that state
for hours on end, yet he still had time to have unrealistic fantasies
about being with a man. He couldn't believe he had told her about
this. She was the first person he'd ever shared that secret about
himself and now he wished he hadn't. Secrets as big and powerful as
this one should remain buried in ones own head, because once it was
out, there was no taking it back and pretending it didn't exist. Now
it was a living, breathing entity in the room with them; the
proverbial elephant that no one wanted to look in the eye, but knew
it would always be there. Lurking. Mocking him. Reminding him he
couldn't have the fantasy – no matter how much he might wish
for it.
    How
long had he lived with this? As far back as he could remember;
junior high, maybe. Fantasies led to weird infatuations that some
might call crushes; although Chase would never call it that. It was
his private kink, something never to be brought into the light of
day, and nothing more. Or was it? Was there no way to taste this
forbidden fruit without jeopardizing his otherwise normal life? And, what the hell was normal anyway?

Chapter
Three

    Chase slung the step ladder
over his shoulder and hauled it to the north side of the main house
and set it up beneath the window exhibiting the rot in the trim
boards. He climbed up the ladder, straddled the top step, and sat
down. He found the rotted piece the owner had mentioned and then
spotted several other areas that would also need replacement boards,
too. He pulled the tape measure from his belt and started measuring
the board lengths, then jotting the numbers down a pad of paper he
had stored in the back pocket of his jeans.
    He was pushing the pencil
behind his ear when he saw a male figure jogging up the long gravel
driveway. His body tensed, thinking it might be an intruder to the
estate, but the form of the man was familiar to him. A moment later,
he realized it was Alex running into view. Long tanned legs
stretching for their next stride, chest covered with a sweaty tank
top that clung to hard planes of muscle, and a ball cap and
sunglasses hiding his identity. It was all Alex and Chase was
mesmerized.
    The smile on Alex's face
grew wider the closer he came to Chase, until he skidded to a stop
beside the ladder. Then he bent over and grabbed onto his knee caps,
gulping in air to catch his breath.
    “ Damn!”
Alex said on an exhale. “I'm getting too old for this.”
    “ Are
you even thirty?” Chase asked.
    “ I
crawled over that hump last year,” Alex said. “And, I do
mean crawled .
We had a hell of a party to mark that black day in history.”
    “ Thirty
isn't old,” Chase said. “What the hell are you gonna do
when you are old?”
    “ I'll
probably be dead long before I'll be considered old,” Alex
said.
    Chase started down the steps
of the ladder. “How far did you run?”
    “ I
did the whole loop,” Alex panted, “Down by the beach,
around by the farm, and back. How far is that?”
    “ About
five