Lance woke up to the sun shining down on his face through the slightly open curtain. He rolled over onto his back, and opened his eyes glancing to the other side of the bed hoping to find Justin still lying there next to them. He saw the bed beside him was empty, and sighed. He sat up and ran his fingers through his. Maybe Justin wasn't even real. Maybe he was just figment of a tired mind driving during the dark night. Maybe he hadn't felt that body as it moved underneath him. Maybe he hadn't betrayed the man he had loved for two years. The man that probably at this very moment was going crazy with worry over his not showing up at all through the night. However, Lance knew that Justin was indeed real. He could still smell the scent of sex in the air even though it had been hours. He got up from the bed, and walked into the bathroom. He had to go home. He had to talk to Josh. He had to repent for the sin he had commited with this beautiful boy he had just met on the side of a road. Lance let the water from the shower flow over his body as he leaned against the wall with his eyes closed. Even now, it was almost as if he could still feel Justin. He turned the water off, and grabbed a towel drying off quickly. He went back out into the room and pulled on his clothes. Something lying on the dresser, and he walked over to look at it. As he got closer, he saw a piece of motel stationery folded in half with his name written on one side. He reached down with shaky fingers and opened it beginning to read. Lance, I'm sorry I didn't stay to wake up with you. I thought it would be best for both of us if I was gone in the morning when you woke up. I know you've got someone, and this thing we did will only be awkward in the light of day. I hope it works out with you and your man Josh. I will always remember you. Justin Lance read the note over a few more times. His fingers tracing the writing. Maybe if he wasn't with Josh. Maybe if he and Justin had met some other way they could have had more than just the one night, but that isn't the way things are. He did have Josh. He did love him. Justin was just something that happened. Something he needed to forget happened. He folded the note back up. He looked down at the trash can next to the dresser, but instead of throwing the note away, he placed it in his pants pocket. He gave himself one final look in the mirror before grabbing the room key and heading out of the room. Stoping for one last look before closing the door behind him. The drive back to the home he shared with Josh did not take him very long. About an hour after he left the small motel, he was pulling into his driveway. He sat in the car for a few silent moments as he looked up at the house. He wondered if Josh would still be upset with him. If he would figure out what had Lance had done. He knew he couldn't tell his boyfriend about Justin. The way things were between them right now it would be the end of it all. He did love josh. He wanted to try to fix this. Keep telling yourself that, Bass. If you still wanted all those things you wouldn't have slept with Justin. Lance sighed as he got out of the car. He walked up the path reaching into his pants pocket for his keys. His fingers grazed the note Justin had left, and he sighed again. Before he was able to put the key in the lock, the door swung open. He looked up to see Josh standing there in the same clothes he had been wearing the night before. "Lance, where the hell have you been all night? I kept calling your cell. Didn't you get any of the messages?" Lance pushed by Josh and into the house. "Listen, my phone died. Sorry, babe." Josh stood there with his arms crossed. "That still doesn't explain where you were." Lance shrugged his shoulders. "Just out driving. Thinking about things." Josh moved closer wrapping his arms around Lance's waist. "About last night. I'm sorry, babe. I know how busy you are with work and stuff." Lance pressed his lips to his boyfriend's in a quick kiss. "Forget it, babe. I'm sorry I worried you. I'm tired. I think I am going to take the day off," Lance said as he moved away and up the stairs. How was he going to make things better when they had gotten so bad? continue menu