Marcus woke up in bed naked and alone. He could still feel all the places where Ryan had kissed and touched him. He slowly began to drift off into the memories of their encounter when he heard the sound of a marching band. At least, he thought it was a marching band.
The sound came through his open bedroom window. It was a distant, slightly off-key rendition of “America the Beautiful,” accompanied by what sounded like drums, cheering, and several car horns.
Marcus rolled onto his back