25
GREYSON
Guilt weighed me down.
I’d done the right thing in telling Blaine what I’d found out. Hell, he’d even thanked me while I’d held him in my bed the next morning, but I hated that I’d hurt him.
For two days, he walked around as though in a haze. His boss Wyatt called me to see if everything was okay since Blaine wouldn’t open up to him when he’d asked.
I played it off as family problems and left it at that.
On Thursday night, he didn’t come down for dinner, so I climbed the stairs with a roast beef sandwich and chips on a tray. I’d about siphoned the strength well inside me dry, but the man worked too physical of a job to skip a meal. I could give a little bit more and would continue until I collapsed.
I knocked, his quiet call to enter giving me permission to disturb him.
