Jarod settled at one end of the couch, and Tyler sat at the other, one leg folded beneath him as he turned to face Jarod. Tyler found it hard to keep eye contact and instead focused on Jarod’s hands fidgeting on his lap. Tyler’s thoughts ran rampant and his stomach knotted as he waited for Jarod to speak.
He’d thought everything was going great. They’d gotten along the entire night and were on their way to the next step. But something stopped Jarod, and Tyler knew it had to be something he’d done because nothing else made sense.
Caught in his thoughts, he almost missed Jarod moving closer. Tyler slid back and hit the arm of the couch. There was nowhere to move. His heart raced. He was tempted to get up and leave, but instead, he forced his body to stay seated, with his hands fisted.
He
