"Can we dance?" Miah asks, voice nearly a whisper now. I can see through him again.Fool for Love: New Gay Fiction edited by Timothy J. Lambert and R.D. Cochrane
We dance in the parking lot, and I close my eyes. He presses against my chest, and I spin him. We step and turn and rock back and forth gently, without music. He grows lighter in my arms, and for a while, my tears gather in his hair. I can even smell his soap.
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