Chapter 4
Charlie Banks paused in front of Noah’s old house. He’d been walking for a while, hours probably, and now, as he made his way back to his house, he found himself staring at the house Noah once lived in.
Of course, Noah had rented it out when he moved in with Charlie. He’d wanted Noah to sell it. There’d be no reason to ever go back there after all. But Noah had fought that. Said it did no harm to keep it and make money off renting it.
At the time Charlie had hidden his hurt. But really he hadn’t been able to stop thinking that Noah kept it in case they didn’t work out. Now, he wished Noah was there right now so Charlie could see him.
There was no one to blame for the rift between him and his lover but himself. As usual, he’d screwed up. He was such an i***t sometimes.
Starin
