Kalin blinked once and then shook his head, “I don’t wanna change.” He pulled his knees to his chest, and blew out a breath.
”I want something normal.” He mutters, “A distraction.”
Thinking about Keith and everything else was starting to hurt, maybe at some point, he might have been willing to try with Keith. But it had been two years, and a third of that time had been spent with hours in therapy figuring his own life out and working on his own problems. Though if he really thought about it, Keith may have been the guy who had changed his life and made him a lot more dedicated to work than finding a good parther. Hook ups and flings had become often, and eventually, Kalin had sifted his way down to ‘trash’. The guys who didn’t give one shit, and had almost no problems but their ego.
He looked at the blanket, picking at the fur and lifting his free hand, running his fingers through the hair where Keith had grabbed. He winced slightly at the sensitive, tender area and dropped hi hand.
