Chapter 18

“What the hell, Tris. You’re drunk. Again. I’m so tired of this shit. Call me when you mature.”

Tris had stared as his boyfriend stormed away from him. “Aiden?” he’d called. Shoulders hunched, Aiden had continued across the room. Tris had looked at the glass cradled in his hand. He’d had a few drinks, sure. It was a party, wasn’t it? But he hadn’t been able to get Aiden’s angry, disappointed face out of his thoughts, and he’d watched, numb, as a single tear dripped off his chin and landed in his beer.

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Tris woke up suddenly. Had Candice called him? He blinked the sleep from his eyes and checked the clock. A little past midnight.