J.R. Whittington

When Marcus dropped the pills and heard drums that weren't his heartbeat, he saw memories that weren't his life—and suddenly knew his husband was the only thing standing between him and death.

I get horny when it rains. There, I said it. Sue me. But this isn't just about weather—it's about finding Black joy in dark times, dancing through storms, and why sometimes the most beautiful things come from the stormiest skies.