Chapter 2
Once again, when Noah arrived home it was already dark. He was surprised, however, to find Charlie sitting in the living room next to the lamp, which he was surprised to see had been turned on. He hadn’t found his lover up and waiting for him for a long time.
“Hey, babe. Everything okay?” Noah asked, attempting a smile. Charlie looked very serious. His dark curly hair lay in a tangle of misshapen curls framing his face.
“We need to talk.” Charlie’s voice was eerily quiet.
His gut twisting, Noah nodded. He sat on the sofa next to Charlie.
“I don’t know how to say this, Noah, but I think we need some time apart.”
The breath left his lungs, like he’d been unexpectedly knocked to the ground. In the back of his head, yeah, he thought maybe that was what Charlie would say, but hi
