9
GREYSON
I ended up working late and didn’t have time to run home to shower before my date with Lily.
Heading out for the night, I texted Blaine what I often did when on the prowl for a hookup. He shot back a thumbs up before I even walked out of my office.
He’d been quieter than normal since the evening I hadn’t changed the news station quickly enough. My usual pushing for him to open up and talk about s**t went ignored, worrying me even more.
Blaine didn’t do well when he got inside his head, but I loved him enough to respect his boundaries.
Some of the s**t he’d gone through he’d shared briefly and never touched upon again. The last thing I wanted to do was bring it to the surface of his mind and start back up the nightmares he suffered from for years after moving to the West Coa
