It started as a one-night stand. And it was never meant to be more.

After a while it became a casual thing. Whenever neither of them could pull at the club, they went to his place to have fun together. Sometimes they shared their conquests.

He knew, he was in trouble, when he found the other in his kitchen one morning, drinking his coffee, eating his cereal, reading his paper. For the first time in his life he could imagine this for the future.

One night at the club, the other walked in, accompanied by a handsome man.

A cold fist wrapped around his heart and squeezed tightly when the other beamed and went “Guys, I want you to meet my new boyfriend.”