Queer bent bastard

I’m not sure if it was planned, but Kyle and I ended up being the only two in the kitchen. As we were working, I couldn’t help but notice that Kyle kept glancing at me. A couple of times, I noticed him pause and his glance actually become an intent gaze. I tried to be careful not to give him the impression I was watching him, but I was. I’d had a crush on him before, based on looks alone, but now as I got glimpses into who he was as a person, I began to realize how easy it would be to fall in love with him. He was gorgeous, yeah, but he had a quality about him that defied explanation. He was sweet, gentle, vulnerable, obviously hurting, and yet strong and determined at the same time.

We must have worked in silence for about ten minutes when he stopped and gazed at me with an almost concerned look on his face. It took me a second or two to realize it, but when I did, I stopped, set down the knife I was chopping veggies with and returned his gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“Sorry?” I questioned.