Chapter 7

But just in case it wasn’ta dream, just in case Charlie wason his sofa downstairs, Evan stayed in bed. The last thing he needed to see was his friend sleeping. That would make it real. He didn’t think he could see Charlie asleep and not touch his skin, not kiss his lips, not want to take him up on his offer of just one more try.

Through his closed door, he could hear the faint sounds of the TV and Kasey’s laughter, so normal, so innocent, a sharp contrast to the confusion swirling in his mind. I should get her something to eat,he thought. She wants pancakes, didn’t she say that last night? Charlie promised her pancakes.

Charlie.Already he was a part of Evan’s thoughts again. It terrified Evan at how seamlessly his friend managed to do that, to integrate himself into Evan’s life as if no time had passed at all.