And that was how he’d betrayed Luke.
He needed to put a stop to it right away, stop feeling what he was feeling, never act on it. He couldn’t do that to himself, and more importantly, he couldn’t do that to Luke. If Luke were here, they’d still be loving and living and happy. Just because Luke wasn’t didn’t mean Avery got to move on.
He wouldn’t move on.
He didn’t want to.
* * * *
The next morning, Avery found himself at the cemetery without having had the conscious thought to go there. He glared down at his car, as though it somehow had driven there on its own. That was stupid, but a restless night made Avery’s brain work at less than optimal levels.
He wasn’t exactly surprised he’d wound up there. He’d been thinking about Luke and how his new and confusing feelings for Jameson went against everything he’d promised.