Chapter 3Anson sat in the front passenger’s seat of Peter’s car and stared straight ahead. He didn’t want to look at Peter because he was too embarrassed. Beyond mortified. He was glad that Peter had offered to drive him back to the teahouse because in his current state, he wasn’t certain if he could have made it here safely. He had left his car at the house. He would have to go and get it the next day. He had a more pressing problem at the moment, though. Earlier that evening, he had sobbed like a big, pathetic crybaby while clinging onto Peter. More than an hour had passed since then, but he was unable to make any prolonged eye contact with Peter. He also didn’t have the courage to peek at Peter’s white shirt because he would then remember that he had stained the areas around the chest a
