Chapter 4

Jordan draped an arm over Ian’s shoulder. “Let’s go to our room.” Silence ensued until they reached it.

Ian sat on a bed, shaking. “I felt like a pussy. I couldn’t defend myself. He scared me.” Ian ran his hands over his face. “Jordan, thank you. I call that a rescue.” A few tears escaped from each eye.

Jordan stood close. “Ian, I want to comfort you, give you a hug. May I? It’s okay to say no.”

He nodded sharply in consent. His breath caught.

Jordan sat on the bed and pulled him into a side hug.

Ian moaned and enjoyed the contact. “I’m such a fucking pussy. I’ve never fought back in my whole life. Besides, I had no idea what to do to defend myself.” He buried his face into Jordan’s chest.

Jordan’s soft voice returned. “Most are. If you don’t like it, then decide to change and take the steps needed to do it.”

Ian wiped his tears and pulled away. “Thanks.” He flinched when his delivery turned out harsher and more sarcastic than he intended.