Chapter 18
Look at me, man, wild child that I am. This is how I spend my birthday, hidden away from the rest of the world, snug in my own apartment. At least I did something good today. Thinking of the smile on Dakota’s face, the understanding he was accepted shimmering in his eyes, made Scott feel…well, he was unsure of the word he wanted, pleased and joyful and…Gives me the warm and fuzzies.
He sighed.
Scott had just slipped into a pair of comfy pajamas, plaid with yorkies all over them, when there came a knock at his door.
“Déjà vu,” he muttered, leaving his bottle of wine on the counter. “I wonder what the crisis is this time.”
He trudged to the door, thinking he might opt out of answering, pour his glass of wine and find a movie, much like he originally planned, but when he peere
