Chapter 9
“I miss you,” Des said, pinching the bridge of his nose. He lay on the bed in his room, talking on the phone, hating the fact he was there and not with Shayne. He didn’t know when his family’s house ceased to be home. Maybe it never really had been.
“I miss you, too.”
He closed his eyes. It had been a week since he’d left Shayne’s house in the middle of the night. A week of complete misery. “Then, how much longer is this going to go on, Shay?”
“I don’t know, Des.”
It seemed like they had the same damn conversation every day. “If you aren’t going to want to be with me anymore, I wish you’d just tell me.”
“Des, it’s not that easy. I want to be with you.”
“Then—”
“I just don’t know if us being together is fair to either of us.”
“Fair to us?’ He frowned and sat up. “What
