Chapter 30
The futon was s**t on Dane’s back—Sean’s, too, if his tossing and turning and groaning was any indication. It was cold without blankets, and Dane woke grumpy.
“Let’s move it to the bed,” he said.
Sean rolled over and checked the time on his phone, yawned.
“If we go back to my place we’ll be there when your parents get up in the morning.”
“The f**k would I want to do that?” asked Dane. At this point he was hoping his parents would just give up trying to visit him and leave. He’d spent enough time with them—they’d spent enough time with him, since they’d gone from accepting his relationship to wanting it to end.
“So, they don’t have more reason to worry about you. Can you imagine what they’d fill in about where you’ve been?”
“They’ll have to leave eventually,” said Dane, an
