![]() ![]() And I’m sorry it has to be that way.”Īs cocky and sarcastic as Weston was, he knew when to take things seriously. My leg couldn’t keep still, bouncing up and down. I sat down on the other end of the couch. I wouldn’t have kept talking to him if I didn’t. And no matter what happens or doesn’t happen between us, if you tell me to fuck off, and I walk out, and we never speak again, your secret is safe with me, Anson. No one has the right to decide how someone else lives their life. “As much as I tease, and contrary to what traveling here might say, I won’t push you. Believe me, there is a lot of internal freaking out happening.” I got some of it out by talking to myself in the mirror. He finished his tour, then went for the couch. I liked that Weston had spent time looking into my career. “Hey, I was a fucking badass college player.” I can’t believe this is on the wall in your living room.” “I’m sure he would say the same about you.” He took a drink of his beer and continued to move around the room. “This is your brother?” He pointed to a photo on the wall. I followed behind him as if my house was his place and he was leading me through it. He was so relaxed, I wondered if he made himself at home in random guys’ houses all the time. ![]() We opened them, and Weston walked around, looking at odds and ends as he worked his way toward the living room. I grabbed two bottles from the fridge, then handed one over to him. Heat pooled low in my gut, and I tried to ignore it. “Are you sure you’re a senator?” I finally asked. ![]()
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