Carl lay wide awake deep into the night. The alcohol had long cleared from his head, and all that remained was a dull throbbing at his temples. Ryan was fast asleep beside him, arms wrapped loosely around his wrist, his steady breathing warm against Carl's chest. Usually, Carl would be comforted to be in his embrace, snuggling in closer. But not tonight.
Carl's eyes drifted to the closet across the room, where the velvet box lay hidden among his clothes. He thought about pulling it out tonight and asking Ryan once and for all if the nature of their relationship could change. But he couldn't muster the courage. Even when the mood was right, he was afraid to do it. And now, he wasn't sure he still stood a chance.
