Nathan woke up the next morning with dread in his heart. At first, he couldn’t remember why he felt so awful, but then everything came crashing down on him as his hazy, morning brain gradually grew more and more awake. Shit, he had been so stupid. Nathan knew he had a history of pushing himself to do things, and yet he still duped himself into believing that he was ready for sex, when he still couldn’t come close to climaxing without feeling anxious.
Nathan scooted away from Matthew before realizing how upset his boyfriend must be. Nathan had been awful last night. He’d just… broken down with no regards to Matt’s feelings. IT had been completely unfair, and to say that Nate felt guilty would be an understatement. Instead of staying far away from Matthew, he slotted himself under the other boy’s arm.