Chapter 10Addiction was a terrible thing. Lying there in the moonlit bedroom, Aaron could read the history of it on Quinn’s face, in the faint lines across his forehead, at the corners of his eyes, and in the thinness of his face. He didn’t like that Quinn, who’d once been young and vibrant and full of life, had chosen to hurt himself like that. And yeah, maybe that made him the world’s biggest hypocrite the way he’d been drinking lately, but somehow it upset him more that Quinn, who until now had been enshrined in his memory as someone forever beautiful, had ravaged himself with drugs than it did that Aaron was currently working on doing the same with booze. Maybe it was because Aaron had never thought he was special, but he’d always remembered Quinn that way. Despite the way everything h
