Noah frowned at the thought. He had told Luke he wouldn’t leave him like that again, and he meant it. But he couldn’t stay in Mountain View. He couldn’t. The town made him claustrophobic. He had a career, a life, in Los Angeles, and after working so hard to carve out a living for himself, he couldn’t just abandon it. Not even for Lucas.
Noah rested his head in his hands, staring down at the toes of his shoes. But he couldn’t hurt Luke again either. He couldn’t make all sorts of promises and walk away. Noah desperately wanted to show Luke how much he wanted him, how much he adored him, how much he loved him, but wouldn’t it be selfish to make love to him, only to leave again?
Lucas deserved better. He deserved so much better after all the grief he went through at Noah’s hands, at Lilah’s. He deserved somebody who would live anywhere to be with him. He deserved somebody who could be a proper parent to his daughter. He deserved somebody who hadn’t already broken his heart once.