Chapter 9
The city slipped away past the tinted windows of the limo. With his head against the cool glass, Corey watched the lights streak like wet paint across his reflection. He frowned at himself, the watery shadow boy he saw in the glass who frowned back. There were a hundred things he wanted to say right now, a hundred things he couldn’t work out in his mind by himself, a hundred things he wanted to ask Ian. Like why he’d stood up for him back at the restaurant. And why he was the only one who cared enough to come out and get him when he “threw a fit,” as Dean put it. And why he got pissed whenever anyone mentioned that girl last night…
But Ian huddled on the far side of the seat, against the other window, and he hadn’t so much as looked at Corey since the limo pulled away from the
