Page 116 of Turn Me On

Every time, I remember our phone call when he was in Miami and I was home in Los Angeles, when we painted this scene with longing. With wishes that felt out of reach.

Now, we make all our dirty dreams happen.

When we return to San Francisco and settle into the rhythm of the next baseball season and my work for clients, we make time to see friends — like Grant and Declan, as well as Jason and his guy Beck — and also find time to hit the clubs now and then. It’s our thing—making our fantasies become reality.

We go with friends who like to dance—like Ellie and her new guy. We go with Gunnar too, who meets an enigmatic Brit one night at a club. The rich-as-sin billionaire shows up at the ballpark a few days later with a wild proposal for Zane’s good friend.

Another time, Bryan visits town and he comes along.

One weekend, Braxton and his new beau join in. It’s a motley crew of men and some women. All friends, all part of this community embracing this beautiful life.

Over the season, we make new friends in the city, an ever-expanding group that joins us at the clubs.

But at the start of each day and the end of each night, it’s just Zane and me. After we dance, we go home, but we don’t go to sleep.

One night in the fall as the season wanes, we tumble out of our favorite club, breathless and hot, ready to be tangled up in each other. Before we catch a ride home, Zane tugs me closer, there on the streets of San Francisco. “You and me together. Always.”

“Always,” I echo.

With Zane, I’m home in every way. And I know we are a forever kind of thing.

THE END

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