Wes toyed with the seat belt where it cut across his chest and didn’t respond. Right now I want to be with Nathan.
The thought came out of nowhere. You’re willing to throw away eight months for someone you used to like? So he kissed you, so what? So he touched you, so he wanted you right then, but what about tomorrow? What about the next day?
Roger needed him, didn’t he? He said it often enough. How could Wes forget that? And he was already talking about maybe finding a place together, even though Wes didn’t want to jump into that right now. Nathan was just tonight. I’ll never see him again. Same as before—a few hungry moments in the dark and he’s gone.
But why couldn’t I have met him sooner? Like right after graduation maybe? Before Roger?
Would that have changed anything? He didn
