Chapter 21
Jim stares blankly at him. “You.”
“Me.” Alan runs a hand through his hair, disheveling it, then combs it down with his fingers. He looks at Jim, then looks away. He doesn’t want to have to admit this.
“You,” Jim says again.
Alan sort of shrugs and winces as he nods. Yes.
“How do you mean?”
Clenching his eyes shut, Alan groans. “Ugh, right. Well. See…”
He trails off and opens one eye, squinting at Jim. Who stares at him, waiting. He isn’t going to get by without a full explanation.
“So.” Alan takes a deep breath. Might as well admit it and get it over with. But first…“Promise you won’t get mad.”
“At what?” Jim asks. “Tell me.”
Fine.
“After I ran into you that first time at the café…” Alan sighs. “I mean, I thought you were attractive, okay? And I wanted to get to know
