Valentine’s wasn’t his holiday. Never had been, never would be. In fact, it was pretty much the one day a year Lance was guaranteed to not have sex. The problem was, of course, expectation. There was just too much of it… too much hope and despair. Too much black and white and none of the grey where Lance had his fun. No matter what a person wanted to believe, on this day they craved for there to be meaning. Anything shy of forever became cruel.

Lance gave the calendar date a hard stare, then turned and went back to bed.