Lyric stared at Roland. Something was heavy in his chest as he stared at Roland’s messy dark hair, and his eyes were rimmed red. Lyric needed this pain to end; he knew why he had it; he wasn’t naive. He just needed it to stop.
But he couldn’t help but think about it. They hadn’t had a decent conversation since they kissed, but he was okay with kissing Samantha. In talking to her afterwards? Was it because she was a woman and he was not?
No, he would not think about it too much. He would not let himself get hurt any further than he already was.
“Lyric,” Zeke said softly as he stared at him. “Are you okay?”
And Lyric wanted to say he was okay, that he was OK. Because why wouldn’t he be? He had no reason not to feel fine, but he frowned a little when he felt his stomach lurch. Maybe it w
