It was too hot inside the Subaru. As Alex sped along the highway, away from town instead of toward it, he punched the air conditioning button hard. The heat was nauseating. Between that and the stress, he might puke if he didn’t cool down.
His hands tightened on the steering wheel. God, how he’d deluded himself. He’d honestly thought that if he said, “I love you; come with me,” Damian would leap at the chance, confessing the same feelings.
But of course he didn’t have those feelings. Damian needed a friend—did he ever—and he appreciated Alex’s friendship, along with the s*x. But that was all he could fit on his plate, and Alex should’ve left it at that. Instead he’d let his temper and pride get the best of him, and ended up staging one of those fits of drama he hated so much about himsel
