Dylus ripped up the envelope and said to Lance, "You can take this and shove it!" He threw the pieces at Lance's feet.
Lance stared at the paper. What did this mean? Why couldn't Dylus just let Lance get out of this situation on his
own terms? He began to feel tears well up and he hated it.
"Did you think I would just let you say anything without hearing my response?" demanded Dylus, his hand gripping Lance's
arm. Lance's heart began to beat fast. He felt so naked standing in front of Dylus. He wondered if Dylus was merely goading
him... he felt so uncertain nowadays.
Dylus was not going to let Lance go: not now, not ever. He leaned in and whispered, "Lance... I love you too...too
much in fact!"
He pulled Lance against him and kissed him. They kissed, slowly and gently. Bit by bit, insecurity and shyness gone
as their lips met.
"Sir..." whispered Lance. "Shhhh," said Dylus, as he guided them both towards his bedroom.
