Epilogue
When Andrew woke up, he was laying face down on the floor.
Confused, he turned his head, and saw Warren laying right beside him.
He had no idea how he'd ended up there in the first place, but it sure was scary.
Things swirled around in his head like deranged butterflies. Memories... were they really memories?
Warren's lips, pressed against his. Warren's hand, clutching his tightly.
He imagined he still felt the taste of Warren. It was, of course, ridiculous.
They weren't memories; it was just wishful thinking. Dreams produced by a love-thirsty mind, body and heart.
He sighed. Of course it wasn't real. It couldn't be.
Because, why would Warren ever want to touch... or kiss... him?
"Hey, are you guys alright?"
Jonathan's voice. It was Jonathan's voice. Something, at least, he could know was true and real.
He closed his eyes again. He didn't want to wake up just yet.
Maybe the dream would continue if he went to sleep again.