Tag: gay fiction

"Good morning," Paul called out to his neighbour. Mrs. Gasper turned around with a smile on her face, but the smile swiftly turned into a frown when she saw Paul. She ran into her apartment as if she had seen a ghost. A wave of pain surged through Paul as he walked back into the apartment he shared with his boyfriend. Mike was in the kitchen, making breakfast when Paul walked in. Paul was olive-skinned; he had black hair with green...