Timeless (Rose)

I'll admit I've never had grandiose plans for my future. I'm really more of a "take it as it comes" sort of dude. But making minimum wage at a small-town sandwich shop wasn't exactly what I had in mind after college graduation either. It may not be an exciting life, but it isn't so bad. At least I have my amazing coworkers and friends who always try to make the workday fun. Everyone, that is, except the new guy, Simon. That guy is not fun. He's broody and silent, but I can tell that something interesting is brewing just under his surface. Day after day, I try to get his attention, try to coax him out of his shell. He won't even look at me, let alone talk. It's making me a little crazy if I'm honest. I don't even know why I care-I'm not gay. But there's just something about him that draws me in. He's become this mystery that I need to unravel. Until one night, I get a small peek behind Simon's mask-a shared kiss, just a minute in time, and then it's gone. I don't even know what to think. All I know is I need more. I want all the hidden parts of him. I don't understand this obsession, this need. And I'm afraid that there isn't much I wouldn't do for just a minute more.

There's something about our new landlord, Alec. Something that I can't quite place. He seems familiar, but not. Like maybe I've seen him before. Sure, he's attractive, strictly objectively speaking. I'm not into dudes. But he has this intense, piercing stare that I can't look away from. Eyes that make me feel like they can see right through me. Like he knows all my secrets. I wish he would share them with me because sometimes I feel like I don't really know myself. But I do know one thing. I take my responsibilities to my family and friends very seriously. When your best friend is gay, you learn to be the best straight wingman at the gay bar you can be. And if you happen to hook up with a guy once in a while... well, it doesn't really mean anything. It's just a good way to relax and unwind. When it's Alec who turns up, ready and willing to help me "relax," I know it's a bad idea but I just can't resist. I tell myself just this once. It won't ever happen again. Well, maybe just one more time...