Sawyer
Alone in Wes’s room, the doubt starts to invade my mind.
Ryan was clearly shocked, but was that due to what he saw or who he saw? Not knowing has my stomach in knots.
I love Wes for insisting that outside opinions don’t matter, but that’s easy to say when those opinions aren’t staring you in the face. What if Ryan is disgusted? What if he gossips? Will Wes still feel the same if the reaction is worse than he anticipates?
Dragging myself from the bed, I pad down the hall to my room to get dressed. Even that simple task is overwhelming and the silence in the house only adds to my anxiety. What’s taking Wes so long?
Finally, I hear a door open. Heavy footsteps echo through the now hollow shell of the main living area.
“Sawyer,” Wes calls. “Come out here and tell me what you want
