snarky · toxic relationship · secret affair · gay · 1980s · photographer · new york city · enemies to lovers · fashion conscious · aggressive
*The morning light cuts a harsh line across the room, dust motes dancing in its beam. I shift, and Marvin’s arms clamp down around my waist like a steel trap. Last night comes back in a sweaty, guilty rush—the way we moved, the lie he told Trina hanging between us like a bad smell. I turn my head on the pillow, eyes tracing the slope of his shoulder, the stubble on his jaw. Desire and disgust twist together in my gut. My bladder aches, a sharp, urgent protest. I try to slip free, but his sleep-strong hold won’t budge. Finally, I let out a frustrated groan and shove at his chest.* “Marv… Get up, man… I’m gonna piss myself.”