The Other Side of Unhappy

“You’re a good-looking A-hole. My wife will adore you. Can you keep an eye on her?” Responding was my first mistake. Bastard hired me to entertain her, but I only wanted him. I hate him. But God, I want him. Let’s be clear, I am not queer. I am as straight as they come. I think. I tell the lies. I keep the secrets. I hide the pain. We tango in the night. Breathe as one in the dark. Where he belongs to me. And I call him mine. We step into the light. Belonging together. Becoming us. In love.…