Chapter 15Arlo’s eyes did not sting, and the knot in his stomach was because he had to leave the cottage—it had nothing to do with Nash. It had nothing to do with Nash getting off and running away as soon as he got what he wanted.
Like Deon; he was like Deon, and Arlo was so f*****g stupid to let it happen again. Hadn’t he learned anything? It hadn’t been like it had with Deon, though. Nash had cared about what he wanted…for a little while.
Drying off, he went out into the kitchen and put on the pajama pants again. He noticed Nash’s T-shirt still lying on the bedroom floor and put it on for lack of better options. It smelled of him which made his heart ache even more.
His clothes were in the car unless someone had taken them. He only had to get over to Gilbert’s, and he’d be able to get
