I chose a golf theme because my husband and I just enjoyed watching the U.S. Open on TV.
The pulses in Greg’s throat throbbed. His mouth went dry. Images flooded his memory.
They’d been so young — maybe nineteen — playing in an international collegiate tournament when they’d met. They’d had a smoldering, three-night affair. It wasn’t Greg’s first time with a male, but it was the first and only time it had meant more than sex to him.