Chapter 20: Battles and Prison CellsJohn was drumming his fingers against his thigh as Zachary turned into his driveway. His heart beat rapidly—not panicky, just…Shit. He wiped his palms on his jeans and smiled. “So…erm…what shall we watch?” He breathed in and opened the car door.
“We don’t have to watch anything if you don’t want.” Zachary was being careful not to stand too close as John unlocked the cabin’s door, but John found himself not feeling as appreciative about it as he had in the past. He didn’t mind Zachary being close. He might even want him to be.
It was stupid. John wasn’t ready. He didn’t want his tarnish to spread over to Zachary—four more years and he’d be clean.
“Of course, we’ll watch something.” His cheeriness rang false, and Zachary gave him a suspicious look.
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