Leo drove Nolan to his father’s house on the back of his motorcycle since Nolan had walked to the salon the night before. He loved the feel of Nolan’s arms wrapped around his middle for the short distance it took to reach Nolan’s neighborhood.
“He’s often gone during the day,” Nolan said as he got off the bike and stood in front of the home, looking very nauseous. “I don’t know about today.”
He nodded. “It’s all right either way. If he’s here, so what? I’m here, too. He can’t keep you here; you aren’t a minor.”
“Yes,” Nolan agreed. “Let’s get it over with then. We can put my stuff in my car. I don’t have a lot.”
They had discussed it before they left home and decided they wouldn’t try to take any furniture. There was a bed and chest of drawers in the spare room Nolan could use. It woul
