“You look good.”
     “Oh. Thanks,” Alan replied, his cheeks turning red. “So do you.”
     He really did. Ryan had been a varsity wrestler while they were both in high school, and Alan saw that he had retained a lot of that compact muscular physique into adulthood. His quads seemed to be straining against the fabric of his pants, and his shirt emphasized the slopes of his shoulders and the ropey muscles of his upper arms. His eyes, a deep chestnut brown, seemed to pierce through Alan´s heart just like a wooden stake. And while his hair was longer, his clothes a little shabbier, and there were noticeable bags underneath both of his eyes, this man was basically the same boy Alan knew until they were eighteen.
 
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Cover art by Jai Prompito