She drove me back home, insisting that she'd call a cab and get herself back to work. I hadn't realized that she'd played hooky till she frantically straightened her hair and asked if she could change in my apartment. I didn't see any harm in her changing her clothes here. If anything, she'd been good company tonight. Sure she was attractive, but I felt something else, something like kinship, a budding friendship that I was grateful for. Talking to Trey was fine, but women were softer, they were less likely to tell me how gay I sounded, and there was less of the awkward silence shared when I tried to open up to Trey. We just weren't used to it. We were both struggling with the loss of Colton in our own way, in our own little bubble, and I knew that if I needed anything he'd be there, but f
