Chapter 4: Winds of Change
Living in the metropolitan area of Chicago is both fast-paced and exciting. It fits my lifestyle. Despite my friends’—Kennedy, Nina, Jackson (JJ), and Roy—weary feelings I, Blake Cunningham, have been under control. Many friends tell me I need to be more cautious in my actions, and I believe I have proved my wiliness to this idea within the commitment I’ve shown to my year-long relationship. Devon Aire is a great compliment to me. We are almost one in the same, up and including our flirtatious ways. I can’t help but to see myself within him at times and smile. Times where he would try me and get me upset; I would see through and call him out on it, because I would know the angle he is coming from. I love our one on one time, but over time I have been just with him, meaning no friends, no outside faces, and no other humans. We have been under each other so long; I am starting to feel a bit smothered.
Devon needs my love. He always wants me to pay attention to him. It was cute and comforting at first, but now it grows to an annoyance. I try and break free to clear the stuffiness of our relationship by hanging out with co-workers and old friends from my youth. Devon did not like the fact I was with other guys, some of who were openly gay. Now I am a flirt, but he knows who I come home to every night. Yes, it’s true we moved in together, against Kennedy’s warnings, I decided to take a chance and move in with Devon. I honestly love him. There I said it. I have been with numerous guys but none has stirred my emotions like him.
Although I have had a change in heart…I still am Blake. I have the flashes of opportunity to reform to my old ways. Trust me in Chicago there are plenty of opportunities for temptation, and I was tested by this light toned gym trainer downtown that stopped by my building to promote the new gym in the city. His name was Chris Flynn and he had pretty pink lips, double-lined fade with tight braids, and a body of a Greek Statue with a back side to match. He flirted with me in my office, licking his lips, asking,
“Mr. Cunningham are you sure you would not like a trial membership. I am sure I can get you to break a sweat.”
I kindly turned down both his promotion and underlining invitation to his pants. I couldn’t help but think,
“Damn Devon! Blocking!” I use to even grow to feel bitter about our relationship because of all the guys I was missing out on.
That was the old me and the new me is ready to stay firm and strong in this relationship through it all.
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