At ten to three, Vince is still sitting in the station, trying to talk himself into leaving. Eric isn’t coming—this is obvious. He changed his mind and tried to call Vince but couldn’t reach him. Why not? Because he’s here, waiting for the boy’s sorry ass to show the f**k up. Which isn’t going to happen. Did Vince honestly believe things could work out between them? Did he think one lousy summer night changed anything?
No, he didn’t. And he hates the part of himself that has the audacity to be upset by this. It just goes to show him that it’s over. Whatever relationship they had before is through.
He stretches as he stands, his t-shirt pulling free from his jeans when he reaches his arms above his head. The safety pins that he’s collected on the zippers of his denim jacket jingle when he
