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“I don’t know how many times we need to stress that we need better communication,” Vincent growled. “I can’t help you if you don’t let me. Isn’t that what you told Noemi?”
Easton looked over at me, motioning me to come closer.
“I did and I should have said something earlier. It’s not fair to you,” Easton murmured, pulling me into their hug. “My parents are fucked up people and…”
I hated that his parents were assholes because Easton was such an amazing person.
“My family is extremely conservative. I grew up knowing that I was going to marry a girl who would either bring the family an ally they needed or marry someone just as wealthy as we were. My mom introduced me to hundreds of girls, making me feel like cattle ready for auction.” He squeezed me tighter. “My entire life revolved around pleasing my parents. I made sure my grades were perfect, my friends were people they would be proud of, and I dated a few girls I knew they would like as well. Then I went to college, and they let me live in the dorms.”
He sighed as I pulled away.
“I always knew I liked boys, even though I knew it was frowned upon. I couldn’t help but look at men and appreciate them. Well, after this newfound freedom was granted, this senior and I would fool around mostly in his room, but one day, his room was too far away, and we went to my room. Let’s just say my parents walked in just as we came together, making it the most awkward and terrifying moment of my life.”
Easton’s eyes turned glassy as he looked out into the distance.
“They waited for him to leave before they ripped into me. I still smelled like sex when they said they were pulling my tuition and that they couldn’t support a son who liked men. My father said I was the biggest disappointment and my mother said she always knew I had the devil in me.”
A few tears escaped and I hugged him tightly.
“Your sexuality doesn’t define you, Easton. You are an incredible man and if they can’t see that then that's on them,” I said, holding him tighter.
“We’ve been conditioned as a society to think being gay is sinful and I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” Vincent said, throwing his arms around us. “There is nothing wrong with you, Easton. You’re perfect the way you are.”
I looked up at his tear-stained face, seeing his inner war of emotions.
“I hate that this happened to you. That kind of negativity is awful to live with, but they don't define you, Easton.” I cupped his cheek. “From what that man said the other day about his nephew to you, I can say I’m proud of the man you've become. You are a compassionate, loving and intelligent man despite your awful parents. You’re amazing, don’t ever forget that.”
I pressed my lips softly against his.
“I’m such a lucky girl.” I kissed him again.
“We are lucky,” Vincent said, kissing Easton on his forehead.
“I don’t know if you have plans next week, but we are having Thanksgiving at my sisters’ house and you are more than welcome to come with me,” I said, feeling my heart pound a hundred miles a minute, laying my head on his chest so they wouldn’t see the panic on my face.
Was I crossing a boundary?
“That sounds perfect,” Easton said immediately.
Vincent took a minute longer to respond.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to make it, but thank you for the invite,” he said, kissing both of us on the head before pulling away.
I knew I shouldn’t be disappointed, but I couldn't help it. When I pulled away from Easton, he gave me a knowing look before kissing me. I let myself get lost in him, getting more worried that there was nothing that would help me if I fell for these two men.
25
VINCENT
My thumb hovered over the call button for the past hour. The reason I was hesitating was because all my other calls to my son had been ignored. I moved to Denver to be close to him again and I hated seeing my granddaughters only through the occasional FaceTime.
I sighed, got my shit together and hit the call button. It rang and rang until he finally answered.
“Babe, I told you I’d be home late tonight,” he snapped.
A woman’s voice was in the background, and he sounded like he was shushing her.
“It’s your dad,” I said, hoping to god he wasn’t cheating on his wife.
