Even when the thought sends an odd ache via my chest, I would like this for him. To have somebody who cares in his life. Even when the considered admitting my points, the paths of my twisted thoughts, the explanation I used to be caught within the scandal within the first place is laid out naked.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Jet grabs the bag, tries to wrestle it from me. “That’s not what I would like, you doofus. Goddammit, some days, I swear…”

I blink. “Then what…?”

However Jet tugs tougher on the bag, and it splits down the center, spilling outdated papers between us. Jet swears, and I huff in annoyance—not due to this mess, however as a result of Jet is clearly decided to not discuss to me as we speak. Or perhaps ever.

“I assumed,” I mutter as I kneel down in my darkish slacks and polished footwear, not caring that I’m getting every thing soiled, “that you simply’d belief me by now, fucker. Sufficient to inform me what’s in your thoughts. Sufficient to come back to me if there’s a downside. I’m not a thoughts reader. Hell, I’m thick with regards to studying clues and hints and piecing all of it collectively, and I’m the primary to confess it. Belief me, goddammit. Let me make it easier to.”

He closes his arms across the scraps of paper, scrunching them up. “You’re not listening. You’ll be able to’t assist. So drop it, okay?”

“Jet…”

He abruptly will get up and presses the heels of his arms to his eyes. “Fuck.”

My abdomen is a knot of fear. “Come on, Jet, let’s go dwelling.”

“I belief you,” he whispers. “I do belief you, dammit.”

“Okay.” That’s good, however it does nothing to allay my concern. “Come on, then.”

He lets his arms drop to his sides. “What about Sweet?”

“I’ll discover a method. I’ll crawl and fucking beg if I’ve to. I promise.”

***

I depart Jet in mattress, curled up on his facet, an arm thrown over his face, and wander into the kitchen to pour myself some water.

A minimum of I managed to get some painkillers down his throat. After all he didn’t eat all day. He forgets to eat if I’m not round to remind him.

Or Sweet. Apparently Sweet additionally made him eat. She made him smile.

I breathe out, rub the again of my neck. She makes me smile, too. She makes me onerous, and makes me completely satisfied. That feeling after I’m together with her and Jet? Yeah, I figured it out ultimately.

I really feel accepted. At peace. In the correct place in my life.

How can I discover her? A search on her social media hasn’t given me any clues. I additionally discovered we’re mates on Fb—have been, for the previous 12 months. I don’t fucking keep in mind how that occurred.

Yet another query that must be answered.

It’s fairly heat contained in the condominium, and I’m lounging round in my black briefs with a rigidity headache of my very own.

How did I fuck this up so completely earlier than it actually started?

Tomorrow. I’ll make things better tomorrow. Can’t suppose clearly proper now. I feel I’ll hit these painkillers myself and hope that come morning I’ll have a solution and an answer.

Earlier than I make my strategy to the lavatory to seek out the drugs, the doorbell rings. Realizing how mild Jet’s sleep is, I curse underneath my breath as I run to get the door, my naked toes skidding on the ground. The bell rings once more, and I groan.

I throw the door open, not even bothering to test via the peephole to see who it’s.

“What would you like?” I snarl.

Sweet is standing there, a flush splashed over her cheeks, her hair caught again in a ponytail, her wire-frame glasses in place. I can’t cease observing her, my coronary heart hammering.

She clears her throat. “Donna mentioned Jet was sick, and he or she despatched him dwelling. Can I see him? Is he okay?”

Speechless, hope clawing via my chest, I open the door wider and step apart to let her in.

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