Someone tossed him the ball, and he was dribbling for his team within seconds, calling out the play as he went. He was almost to the courts when I followed him back into the gym. I saw that he felt it too, and I didn’t think it was my delusional side imagining it. He held his hands up, and I tried to ignore how I protested the loss of his touch. He nodded, new understanding dawning in his eyes. “It’s taken a full year for me to get where I am now, so…” The therapist had been a little over six months ago. Technically, I didn’t talk to anyone about it. It’s part of the tragically stupid thing from before, but I don’t even talk to my friends about it.” I gentled my tone, but I needed to let him know I meant business. A whole different form of storm was tearing me up inside, one that was way too fucking real for this conversation. Does it have to do with a guy?”Īnd just like that, the tornado alarms switched off. Reese was saying over my internal tornado alarms, “Just tell me. I started to go back, but Reese caught my elbow. Reese nodded to him, and after a questioning look at me, Aiden returned to the courts. Someone walked past the hallway, then backtracked. “Now you don’t have to be scared you’ll find me in your bed one night with a knife and hot wax.”
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