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it had been to my coming out.
    When Dad offered to take me somewhere to get dinner, it was easy to agree. We stopped back at the house first to shower and change, and I called Jennifer to make sure she didn’t want to come. She’d been dating a nice guy for a few months, and he’d been supportive and just plain nice when Mama passed. I knew Dad liked him and didn’t mind that she stayed at his place with Baby some nights.
    “Where do you want to go?” Dad asked as we got back into his truck.
    “I really don’t mind. Have you got anywhere in mind?”
    He shrugged and grunted. “There’s a good Chinese place that opened up recently. They do takeout, but it’s nice inside too.”
    “That works for me.”
     
     
    B Y THE time we got home, it was getting late and I didn’t much feel like socializing. Missing Will never got easier, even when I was used to him being away. My bed was too big for one, and I didn’t like sleeping in it alone.
    When I got into bed, I pulled up my laptop to browse for furniture. I wanted a bed, first of all, and I’d pick the rest of the things for our room around that. All I could do was bookmark a few ideas, not knowing if Will wanted me to go all out or just make it a space we could live in comfortably for however long we stayed in the area.
    Even though it was still early, I turned my lamp off and snuggled under the blankets. A few moments later, I turned my old stereo on. For some reason, when I was sleeping alone it was comforting.
     
     
    “Y O , BITCHES ,” Will said as he answered the phone.
    “Don’t try and be gangsta. You only embarrass us both.”
    “Sorry.” He cleared his throat. “Good morning, this is William Anderson speaking, how may I help you?”
    “Much better. Are you wearing a suit?”
    “No, I’m just getting dressed. You interrupted me.”
    “Have you got time to video chat?” I asked, rolling over in bed to the cool side of the sheets.
    “No,” he said, laughing. “Some of us have work to do.”
    “Others have real work to do, not a cushy desk job,” I retorted.
    “All right, all right. Did you want anything?”
    I yawned loudly. “Yeah. Mm. Do you want me to go ahead and order furniture for the house? Or do you want to get home and help me pick?”
    “You can get it,” he said, and I could hear him moving around the hotel room. “Get a bed with an iron frame, though. Or something that’s sturdy enough to tie you to.”
    “Jesus, Will.”
    “What? Don’t get all shy on me now. You know I’m gonna do it.”
    I squirmed on the bed, suddenly aroused. I itched to take hold of my cock, to pull hard a few times until I was groaning his name and spilling into my palm.
    “Jesse? You’ve gone awful quiet.”
    “I’m gonna get that bed today.”
    Will’s laugh was like a warm balm over the ache of missing him. “I need to get going. I’ll see you soon though, yeah?”
    “Okay. Have a good day.”
    “You too.”
    I stayed in bed a few minutes longer, stretching my muscles out slowly and taking stock of my body. I was feeling good, in a good shape—the running was helping with that. That and the physical labor involved in getting the house together.
    I borrowed my dad’s truck and drove into the city, where there were a few more furniture stores than in the area where my dad lived. Picking things out—or making a decision about anything, really—wasn’t my best skill. As I wandered, I thought I’d maybe buy a huge bed, something we could practically swim in. There were a few of those around.
    I thought about how close we slept to each other. It didn’t matter if we were sharing a queen- or king-sized bed, I’d still end up wrapped around him, or he around me.
    I brushed off offers of help, thinking I could find this one, important thing by myself. There wasn’t a “hallelujah” moment of discovery. More like the longer I stood in front of a frame that had caught my eye, the more I liked it.
    It was simple, solid, a wooden frame