Chapter 8
Chad shot up straight, wide awake. His heart pounded so hard he wondered if it was some sort of attack. He rested his hand over his racing heart, trying to calm it.
The room was still enshrouded in darkness. Jack slept next to him, softly snoring. He swallowed the lump in his throat and swung out of bed, trying to disturb Jack as little as possible.
He didn’t remember a dream this time. What woke him? He crept to the sliding glass door and peered out, but he couldn’t see anything. The clock near his bed said 2:30.
With just him living there now he never closed his bedroom outer door. No point. When Mark had been there still, but no longer his boyfriend, then he’d closed his door. He hadn’t wanted to see the guys Mark might have brought home with him.
Chad exhaled slowly and
