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“I had Tim slip something in her pockets.” Robin says by means of explanation, chuckling at his own brilliance. A small hum of approval slips through my lips, his red stress ball bouncing off the wall with a thud and straight into my open waiting hand. Sending it back into the wall, eyes staring unblinkingly at the path the ball takes, it jumps back to my open hand, and I send it right back. Robin sighs, his seat rolling to me, catching the ball effortlessly, his eyes meet mine. I try to look past them, searching for my ball, he doesn’t let me have it so easily. “Alright, Eva said to offer you chocolate milk when you get like this, she never said what to do if it doesn’t work.” His eyes fall on the empty juice boxes, mine trail after him, blinking at the number, no idea when I burned through all of that. “What’s going on?”With a groan, my head falls forward, and I blink at my feet.The only thing I can see is Asher’s expression printed into my eyelids. I can’t shake it off, no m

My phone dings in succession. I keep my eyes on Asher, throat tight. I’m afraid if I say anything I’d just end up screaming.“Not you.”What the hell does that mean?He takes advantage of the few seconds I’m left stunned, gently pushing me back and sliding out of the sofa. He’s avoiding me again. Not a fucking chance.I push myself up, rushing up from behind him.Where are alone here all night, he has nowhere to run. This is my one chance. “What does that mean? ‘not you’, what the fuck is that?”“Carson–”“You kissed me, twice. Twice!” My voice raises, and so does my anger. The nerve of this guy. I’ve waited for months, and he just gets to do whatever?!Not if I can help it. Stepping in front of him, Asher takes a step back.“And when I ask for an explanation, it’s ‘not you’? Why? Because I’m your boss’s son?” Then I bark a laugh, something feels tight and hot in my chest, I realize it’s frustration. This is the most frustrating situation I’ve found myself in years. “That sure as

Asher drops my hand, extricating himself from me.I whine from the lose of his body warmth. He couldn’t just do that and leave! Nobody does that.But he does.And just like that, the tension snaps, left hanging with nowhere to go. “It might be scary,” I start softly, “I know mine was. But yours even more so, since you’ve always been straight.” I say with a wistful sigh.Maybe that’s it. Maybe he’s holding back because he doesn’t understand how this works. I’m nothing like what he’s used to. And because I need him to understand that I’m right here for him– believe me, if I didn’t have a support system in form of the gang when I came out, things would have gone a whole other way– I start talking. “I think I realized when I started watching the weather channel obsessively because the weather man was the hottest thing my middle school eyes had ever seen.” A small laugh slips out,“Matt. That was his name, I think. I could recite the weather forecast word for word at the time.” I glan

“First, let’s eat. I’m starving.” I breathe out, looking away from his eyes. A glance at his plate, and the greens sitting in it tells me I’ve played the wrong card. “I want some sausages.” I say, rubbing my hands together.“I wanted to eat some earlier, but Warden Hall wouldn’t let me.”Even without turning around, I can predict Asher’s reaction. He’ll hide it well from Crawford, I wish he were in front of me. What a waste of reaction. Without a word from Crawford, Thomas leaves the room, returning with another plate of grass food. I make a face. “What a weird looking sausage,”Crawford gives a small smile, adjusting his alumni ring on his left hand. That thing is heavy, there’s a reason I don’t parade mine around, or even look at it. Because I know how it feels when it strikes you. “Eat your food, Carson.”“I’ll pass.”He gives a quick nod as if seeing reasons why I wouldn’t want to eat his grass food. “Suit yourself.” He pauses, going back to his food.I almost retch just loo

It’s been two hours since Warden Hall threatened to keep me prisoner. He’s made good on his threat.I haven’t moved an inch without him noticing. “I just need to make a deal with him. He goes to jail, we make it quiet.”The thought of someone rotting in a cell, screaming he’s innocent and no one believing him makes the walls of my stomach twist violently. “I read the files, it’s airtight, no one is going to question it.”“They will,” I push. “Because something’s missing. There’s no reason the victim and him should even know each other. If he’s on board, we can make something–” Asher nods in acknowledgement, bringing his eyes to mine.“If he isn’t on board? What then?”I scoff, “He won’t be refusing the amount of money Burns would pay to him.” “We don’t know that for sure, you don’t work with ‘maybe’ or ‘what if’, you work with evidence, and that’s what we have.” He’s right.This isn’t the first case we’ve made go away, guilt is almost always a constant companion, the feeling in