Acknowledge this:
It was midnight, and the night sky was at its cloudiest. Thunder roared across the landscape. Outside, the neighborhood wolves howled to the forgotten moonlight of the heavens. And in his bedroom, Joel sat on the edge of his bed, naked and alone.
At his feet was a pool of used Milk Duds and chocolate milk. How had it come to this? He had never seen it coming, but suddenly his fiancee was out of the picture and he was back to being alone. So horribly, cruelly alone.
But then!
"Hey, baby," said the man in the doorway, his voice as thick as a lobster.
Joel looked up through tear-streaked eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, the sharp-dressed man just to the left of his pile of defiled skinny jeans. But he was real, as real as the pain burning white-hot in Joel's heart.
"You came," Joel said. "I can't believe you're really here."
Chac didn't need to reply. He just came to the bed and leaned in, bringing his lips to Joel's. And when those lips met his, Joel's entire world changed.