Chapter 15

I had noticed this about him before—this paralysis, this look of bewilderment about the simplest of things. Jackson said I babied him when I made such decisions for him, and perhaps he was right, so now I waited to see what Noah would do. He continued to look around, biting at his lower lip, looking distressed, almost afraid.

What’s wrong, sweetie?

He offered me a helpless look, hugging his arms to his chest. I handed him a pair of shorts

I stripped the sheets off his bed and gathered them up. He followed me to the laundry room, one hand hooked in the waistband of my boxers as if to make sure I didn’t leave. He continued to cling to me while I loaded the washer.

Is J going to be mad?

He’s just concerned about you, that’s all.

I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do it!

He looked wretched, embarrassed.

Are you okay?

He shrugged miserably.