Bab 70: Chapter 70

It was stupid to be nervous. I raised my hand to knock, then paused, certain I heard voices inside. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I knew they were male. One was deep andhusky, the other…

Wills?

Wills, who hadn’t answered any of my messages. Who was in his apartment with another man. They’d probably been fucking like rabbits. That and laughing at the stupid rent boy who’d given his heart away.

My self-esteem in the toilet, I slunk home. I wanted…no more than that, I needed a drink.

One wasn’t enough. Neither was four or five or six, and that should have told me, if nothing else could, how far up shit creek I was.

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Paul found me on the floor in the kitchen, cradling a bottle of retsina and mangling the words to “Isn’t it Romantic?”

“Ah, geez, Sweets.”