Geread was tired of faking it any longer.
For ten long years he’d pretended to be a gay ice dancer because, after all, it was just easier to be gay in that profession.
Unfortunately, his local community were having a hard time believing him ever since the looks he gave Seala, his partner, and the heat that passed between them had become so obvious to everyone that he was ready to "come out" and profess his love for her.
He kicked off his skates and changed out of his sequined competition outfit into something manly and rugged then headed for the glass elevator that would bring him to the celebration party.
Geread leaned against the glass and looked out.
In the room below, Seala leaned into Rob, laying her lips lightly on his and Geread realized he’d have to fake it a little longer.
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