Chapter 2: Lumberjacks and Macchiatos“Oh, thank God, you found him, Tom.” Aiden came dashing towards them as soon as they’d crossed the threshold, his hands waving and his curls bouncing with each step. It was a shame Aiden was with his hick of a boyfriend; Jason should’ve f****d him while he was available. He was such a cute little thing, just the way Jason liked his guys.
They’d never talked much while Aiden lived in Whiteport despite working together, but after Aiden had left, they’d started texting each other, talking more than ever before.
Jason’s rescuer—Tom, he assumed—shrugged before nodding an acknowledgement to everyone inside. While they greeted each other, Jason took in his surroundings. The black-and-white-chequered floor, the turquoise benchtop, and the white walls in dire
