The more you think about it the more ideal he seems

The more you think about it the more certain you are that this gay man - Philip Rosary - will be the perfect room-mate.

1) He won't be groping you or trying to sleep with you

2) He won't be trying to steal Jacob from you. Or, at least, Jacob won't be interested.

3) Being gay meant he had killer fashion sense. He could help you put together a kick-ass wardrobe.

4) You've always loved dancing; he could probably teach you a thing or two.

As he whirled around the room, exclaiming at his plans for this area and that, a smile curves over your face, making you think that things are finally looking up.

"Phillip?" you call out, trotting over to him. When the pesky material of your robe slips open like it always seems to you don't even bother closing it again, letting it flare out like a frame around your naked body. The robe had been Jacob's first gift to you and you hadn't the heart to complain about it.

"Yes?" Phillip asks, turning away from some fascinating imagining that only he could see. His eyes wander appreciatively across your body, no doubt delighted by some artistic vision of you.

"I really want you. I'd love to have you here with me."

Phillip's face splits into a wide grin, showing off his perfectly white teeth. He actually jumps into the air and claps, re-inforcing your certainty that he's gay.

"How soon could you move in?" you ask eagerly.

"My things are in storage. I could call a few friends and have it here by tonight, I'm sure."

"So soon?"

"Is that a problem?"

"No no, it's terrific. I'm just surprised, is all. I guess you're travelling light. Do you have a bed?"

"I do...." he begins, but you prattle on over his words.

"If you don't you can sleep with me."

"... not," he finished, though the word sounds strange, as if he hadn't intended to say it and added it as a hasty after-thought.

"Unless you don't want to?" you say, feeling unaccountably shy. It would be like a sleep-over. Growing up girls never seemed to like you and boys always had one thing in mind.

This would be the first time you'd shared a bed for something other than sex. A part of you was eagerly looking forward to it.

"I'd be delighted to sleep with you," he says, voice husky and eyes hungry.

You smile at him, certain that he's probably feeling the same sense of strange eagerness. Being gay probably meant few sleep-overs for him.

"Okay then, call your friends and I'll give you a hand," you say, removing the robe and tossing it aside, turning away from Philip to look for clothes suitable to moving that might meet the gay man's approval.