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Collins lay in his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He had an arm around Angel, who had his head on Collins' chest. They had made love for the first time since their breakup and were basking in the afterglow. Every once and a while, they would whisper, "I love you" to one another, Collins would plant a sweet kiss on Angel's forehead, or Angel would plant a kiss on Collins' chest. They missed the little things they did like that. They missed each other.

Suddenly, Angel sat upright.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. Collins sat up as well.

"What's wrong, Ang?" he asked. Angel looked at him with widened eyes.

"Collins, do you realize what we just did?"

"Yes, I do." Collins pulled Angel closer to him and kissed his neck. "We just made sweet, sweet love for the very first time in ninety days."

"No! Honey, we were just unfaithful!"

"What're you talkin' about?"

"Collins, we're not together anymore. You're with Justin and I'm with Michael."

"And . . .?"

"And we just had sex! And it was fantastic!" Collins smiled and kissed Angel's cheek. "Collins, this is so bad! This is so, so, so bad! We cheated together! Oh my God! Michael's gonna be so pissed!"

"Angel, baby, calm down," Collins told the drag queen. "Why are you flippin' out?" Angel's mouth dropped open and he stared at Collins in disbelief.

"Why are you not flipping out?" he asked. "Don't you care about Justin's feelings?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Then why are you so calm?" Angel interrupted.

"Because what we just did has shown me somethin' important."

"What?"

"It's shown me that we really are meant to be together." Collins took one of Angel's hands in one of his. "Angel, three months ago was hell. Absolute hell. I kept thinkin' about all the good times we had and I tried my damnedest to figure out why we ended. I came up with the conclusion that you just . . . didn't love me anymore. And it killed me."

"I'm pretty sure the way I acted didn't help," Angel said, looking away from Collins.

"To be completely honest with you, it didn't," Collins replied. He then turned Angel's head so his attention was on him again. "It wasn't until Mark told me about the argument between you and Justin that I realized we never actually ended."

"What do you mean?"

"We still loved each other even though we weren't showin' it. We wanted to be with each other again. We never ended, Angel, we just . . . stopped for a little while. We took a break just like you wanted."

"After three days of being without you, I realized that taking a break was the stupidest thing I've ever suggested," Angel admitted.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I could barely breathe without you. I missed you so much. I can't even tell you how many times I had to stop myself from calling out your name during sex." Collins chuckled and Angel gave him a playful punch in the arm. "It's not funny."

"You gotta admit it's a little funny," Collins replied, still chuckling. Angel began giggling after a while.

"I guess so." Angel looked at the clock on the night stand next to the bed. "It's almost two in the morning. I should get going." The drag queen got out of the bed, picked up his clothes, and began getting dressed. Collins soon followed Angel's example.

"I wish this didn't have to end," Collins said, pulling on his pants. An idea suddenly came to Angel as he slipped his feet into his tennis shoes.

"Maybe it doesn't have to," he replied, smirking slightly. Collins raised an eyebrow as Angel stepped toward him. "Is Justin working again tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Collins replied. "He's working at the same time all week. Why?"

"Well . . . I'll be all alone in my apartment." Angel wrapped his arms around Collins' neck and kissed him. "You could come over and . . . keep me company. And then the next day, I can come over here and so on."

"Angel, are you, the one who was freakin' out about bein' unfaithful not even ten minutes ago, proposing that we have an affair?" Collins asked, getting turned on by the second.

"Doesn't it sound . . . sexy?" Angel replied.

"Can't argue with you there. But I'd rather be your boyfriend again." Collins placed his hands on Angel's waist. "What if we break things off with Justin and Michael at the end of the week?"

"Oh . . . I don't know about that, honey," Angel said, taking his arms from around Collins' neck.

"You don't want to?" Collins removed his hands from Angel's waist.

"It's not that I don't want to. It's just . . . I don't know how Michael would take it." Angel noticed a sad look on Collins' face and kissed him. "But I'll try, just for you."

Once both of them were fully dressed, Collins walked Angel to the door. He opened it and the two shared a passionate kiss to say goodbye.

"Remember, my place tomorrow," Angel said, breaking the kiss and backing into the hallway. Collins smiled at him.

"I'll see you then, lover," he replied.

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