Charlie had made a decision. A few days had already passed since he’d last heard from Noah. He didn’t just come over uninvited like he once did. At one time, Charlie had almost been annoyed when Noah came over. Now he got depressed when evening came and went with no Noah.
He should have told Noah he wanted things to change when he’d come over the other night. But Charlie wanted to have s*x and be close and he’d missed the chance. Noah had practically run away.
When had their relationship changed so that he was the pursuer?
Whatever. Friday night had come around again and Noah hadn’t even called. Charlie intended to find out why.
Noah didn’t answer his cell, so Charlie walked across the street to his house. He frowned at the unfamiliar motorcycle parked in front of Noah’s house. He hope
