Quinton was very easy to talk to. He helped me with my things and when I stood frozen in front of Sterling’s door he gave me a gentle nudge.
“You got this,” he whispered.
I nodded and opened the door. Standing out on the small balcony was Sterling. Parker was sitting on the couch and tilted his head to the bed.
Quinton deposited my things on the bed and gave me a reassuring smile as him and Parker left the room. I stood there not knowing what to say. I meant every word of what I said, but I also wanted him to know that I wanted to be seen. ‘Find a way to put him at ease,’ are the words that kept circling my mind.
I walked over and stood behind Sterling. Taking a deep breath I wrapped my arms around him. My face and chest pressed against his back.
“I’m going to keep trying,” I whispe
