MasukArlen went to Cade's room a few minutes after the man was back from work. Arlen was ready to question Cade about the pictures his dad got because, to Arlen, Cade was the only one who had a motive to do something like that.He knocked but didn't go in, waiting for Cade to open it himself.Cade opened, tie and blazer taken off minutes ago. He was surprised to see Arlen, more relieved, because he thought Justin was at it again."We need to talk," Arlen said, folding his arms.Cade immediately caught the tension in Arlen's voice, wondering what scene Arlen was about to cause now, "About?""My dad.""What about him?""He knows I'm dating Justin. Somehow he got pictures of Justin and I went to him." Arlen watched Cade's face carefully, searching for something— guilt, maybe, or the flicker of a lie. "And I keep thinking about who could've told him. Who would've had the pleasure."Cade narrowed his eyes, something wary creeping into his expression. "Are you asking me if I sent the pictures to
The house was quiet when Arlen got home, the kind of quiet that pressed in after a day like the one he'd had. He found Justin in the kitchen, leaning against the counter scrolling through his phone, and the sight of him loosened something in Arlen's chest that had been tight since he'd left his father's study."Hey," Justin said, glancing up. "You look wrecked. Is everything okay?""Not really." Arlen dropped his keys on the counter and rubbed a hand over his face. "I had it out with my dad today."Justin's expression shifted into concern, brows were drawn together, phone forgotten on the counter. "About what?""About us." Arlen exhaled, leaning back against the fridge. "He found out. About us dating."How?" "Someone sent him pictures of us. He wasn't exactly thrilled." Arlen said, thinking of how his dad got a hold of the pictures. And only one answer could come to his mind.Something flickered behind Justin's eyes, too quick for Arlen to catch, gone before it could register as anyt
The call came in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon, and Arlen almost didn't pick it up but something in the way his father rarely called just to talk, and the timing, right in the middle of the lunch rush, was inconvenient enough that he nearly let it go to voicemail. Something made him answer anyway."We need to talk," his father said, without so much as a hello. "Now. My office.""I'm at work, Dad.""This can't wait."Something in his father's voice; flat, controlled in the particular way that meant he was furious and working hard not to show it, made Arlen's stomach drop before he even knew what this was about. He told Max he something came up and left without explanation, the drive across the city feeling longer than it should have, dread building with every red light.His father was waiting in his office when Arlen arrived, standing rather than sitting, arms crossed, and Arlen knew before a single word was spoken that this wasn't going to be a conversation so much as a verdict al
The rain had stopped sometime after midnight, but Justin was still awake, sitting on the edge of his bed in the room that was his, staring at a ceiling that was his, because nothing ever truly happened to his apartment. He sat there replaying a conversation that had ended hours ago and refused to let him sleep.'Nick told me Cade has feelings for Justin, long before Justin asked me out.'The words kept circling, refusing to settle into something he could believe. He'd overheard it from Arlen and Max's conversation hours ago through the thin café office door. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, had only stopped by and instead had stood frozen in the hallway listening to his own life get rearranged in real time. 'Cade has feelings for Justin.' Said so plainly, so certainly, like it was something everyone had known except him.He'd told himself it wasn't true. Had spent the drive home constructing arguments against it, cataloguing all the reasons it couldn't be true. Cade had never said anyth
The café was busiest in the mid-morning lull between the breakfast rush and lunch, which was, of course, exactly when the espresso machine chose to die.Arlen stood behind the counter, sweat prickling at his hairline, trying to keep his voice level as Jennifer jabbed at the buttons for the third time. "It's not the machine," he said, more sharply than he meant to. "You have to prime it first, I've shown you this—""I did prime it," Jennifer said, not looking up. "It's just not drawing.""Well, clearly it's not doing it right, because—"Arlen glanced up and realized, with a hot flush of embarrassment, that there were customers, a cluster of them near the window, pretending very hard to be absorbed in their phones while clearly listening to every word. He exhaled, forced his shoulders down from where they'd crept up toward his ears, and softened his tone."Just try the reset switch on the side. Should be a red one."She found it. The machine sputtered back to life. Problem solved, thoug
When Cade got back, he found Arlen still in the living room, a half cup of smoothie and plate of cookies. This time, Arlen was reading a book. "We need to talk," Cade said."About?" Arlen said, not looking up from the book."Justin."Arlen looked up from his book, "What about him?""I want him to move out."Arlen's expression hardened. "Why?""Because it's my house and I say so. Pass this message across to him." Cade said with finality, already walking away. "No," Arlen said, copying that same tone of finality."Excuse me?" Cade stopped turning to face him."You said it was up to me for him to stay here, and suddenly you want him out?""Yes, that's exactly what I want. What else are you not getting?""Why do you suddenly want him gone?""Listen, I'm not comfortable with him staying here anymore. I don't have to explain myself to you more than I've done.""Why? Because it's your house?""Obviously." Cade resumed walking away."Or is it because you're jealous?"Cade paused on his step







