Chapter 11

Am I wrong?

“I’m going out,” Spencer said suddenly.

“What?”

“I have to get out of here. I need time, Max.”

“So, you’re going where? To a club?” Not that. Why always that? Max hated the damn clubs. Hated Spencer going there. He was a fool to believe he’d become numb to it.

“Maybe.”

“Jesus, Spence.” A muscle in his jaw jumped. “Why?”

Spencer wrapped his arms around himself. “Why shouldn’t I? You don’t want me. And there…they do.”

“All they want is to fuck you.”

Spencer’s eyes sparked with green fire. “At least they want something. And why shouldn’t I? Huh, Max?” Spencer sounded angry, looked hurt. He didn’t miss the deep sorrow in his friend’s beautiful eyes. “Is there any reason I shouldn’t go to a club and let some guy fuck me?”

Max couldn’t hold back the flinch. He opened his mouth to say something…anything. But nothing came out.

“I thought so,” Spencer said softly. He went to his apartment door and opened it. “Since I’m going out, you probably ought to go home.”