"I'm in love."
Jacob was breathless. His voice had that a slight nervousness that Damian had never heard before. Still, he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip.
"Oh dear."
Damian had been in love with Jacob since they met seven years ago. Ever since their first night together, Damian knew they would grow old together. He was always confident that someday, somehow Jacob would come to realize the inevitable truth.
"This is a good thing!"
"This is the third good thing you've had this week. You sound like Martha Stewart. A Big homo Martha."
"Fine. Be that way, you stupid bitchy homo. I'm not telling you."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to belittle yet another passing fancy. What's his name?"
And it began again, Damian hoping, pleading with the universe. "Say my name, say my name, say my name!" Thoughts of drag shows long gone by danced through his mind. Deloris Fuh-Loris hadn't performed in three years, and she wouldn't be coming back. In moments of stress, his mind always returned to the stage, the spot lights, and the audience. Deloris Fuh-Loris always loved the audience, and they loved her.
"Have you even been listening? You look like you're day dreaming again. Damn."
"Sorry, I was wondering if the new man would mind you lying naked, next to me, in my bed."
"Charlie doesn't know yet."
"He doesn't know you love him? Or doesn't he know that you've been making love to me almost every night for seven years?"