Wade splashed water on his face, not bothering to warm it up. He didn’t flinch as the cold bit into his skin like icy jaws. He both welcomed and feared the numbness that had begun to set in in the last few hours since he’d awoken from a fitful sleep—numbness caused by copious amounts of alcohol and meds. He was done with feeling the pain and the torment that spiraled through him at every turn. Done. It was too much for anyone to fight, even with Jesse on his side. He didn’t want anyone dragged down to that horrible place in the dark with him, especially not Jesse.
But not feeling anything meant never feeling the good, either—the pleasure, the passion, and the love. He leaned his elbows on the sink and looked up into the mirror. He could have aged ten years in the eight months since his re
