Chapter 12

He canceled his account and went shopping for books for his e-reader. He had an urge to seek out friends-to-lover stories.

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A few days later, agonizing days where Max found himself more and more depressed, Spencer called him. His heart nearly stopped when he saw Spencer’s name appear on his cell.

“Spence?”

“Hi, Max.”

He closed his eyes. “I…where have you been?”

“Around. Visiting family mostly. I’m heading home now though.”

“Can I come over? I need to talk to you.”

“Sure, if you want to. I’ll be home around eight.”

“See you soon.”

By the time Max made it to Spencer’s apartment it was almost nine. He’d been delaying going over for fear Spencer would be as cold to him as he’d sounded on the phone. He couldn’t deal with it if Spencer hated him now.

God, he was a mess.

As he walked up the stairs to Spencer’s apartment door, his heart had already begun to pound hard. His palms were sweaty. He pounded on the door.

“Spencer!”