The night may be full of ghosts, but the only thing that scares me is how much my body wants a man.
The grim reaper hates me, and I cant blame him. I made him hate me.
I was the one who threw the first glare. The first scoff. The first antagonizing comment that made him scratch his head and apologize for existing.
Yes, Ive spent the past two years doing my best to make Cooper my enemy, all because I couldnt bear to face the truth—that no matter how much I want to cling to my identity as a straight man, to...
The night may be full of ghosts, but the only thing that scares me is how much my body wants a man.
The grim reaper hates me, and I cant blame him. I made him hate me.
I was the one who threw the first glare. The first scoff. The first antagonizing comment that made him scratch his head and apologize for existing.
Yes, Ive spent the past two years doing my best to make Cooper my enemy, all because I couldnt bear to face the truth—that no matter how much I want to cling to my identity as a straight man, to keep things easy, I keep waking up in the middle of the night with my body on full alert and my mind hyper-focused on a man.
But tonights different. The full moon’s desperate to reveal whats hidden, and here I am, surrounded by spiderwebs and the ambient sounds of dread, while the man in the black hooded robe is pinning me to the wall, demanding answers.
Will I be able to keep up the charade?
Or will my body betray me, spilling the secrets my mouth tries so hard to keep hidden?
This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults.
