Of all the places in the world I expected to see Real Wilson again after fifteen years, the ferry to a gay vacation island was not one of them. I thought I had one chance to kiss him, and I blew it. We were sixteen, and I was an idiot. But now, here he is, standing right in front of me, looking at me with that same expression of awe and adoration that I never lost my addiction to. We have a week together on Palm Island, but there's...