Chapter 33

As Jonas’ hands roamed Edmund’s back, hugging him tighter, he knew the ache in his chest wouldn’t be the only thing keeping him awake tonight. In his mind he already had Jonas undressed and beneath him when he reached out and locked the dressing room door.

Shut Up and Drive

Don’t say a word.

Don’t think about him. Don’t think about his smile or his eyes or his touch. Just don’t.

Don’t look in the rearview mirror. There’s nothing for you to see back there, nothing but empty road because he’s not following you, he let you storm out, he didn’t try to stop you. All you’ll see are your own eyes staring back, angry, hurt. You don’t need to see that.

Don’t turn on the radio—that’s a distraction you don’t need. See? What did I tell you? All the stations play the same damn sad love songs, one heart crying out to another. You don’t need to listen to that shit. You need to listen to me. Turn off the radio and stop thinking about him, keep your eyes on the road and drive.