Chapter 20

“I…”

“You’re seeing someone.” It wasn’t a question.

“No.” Which was true, but Oliver didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. “Not exactly.”

Scott was quiet for a long moment, looking down at him, as if he was trying to decide what to say, or whether he should say anything at all.

“Is he someone brand-new?” Scott finally asked, and Oliver wondered why it would matter.

“Someone I’ve known for a very long time.”

He nodded his head, as if that was an important distinction, and ran his thumb over Oliver’s chin. “I guess it’s not always about the size of the fire, but how long it’s lingered, right?”

For Scott, who’d never understood Oliver’s love of books or words, it had been almost poetic, and Oliver reached up to touch his cheek.

“Thank you for understanding.” 7

Scott had offered to drop him off at the apartment, but Oliver had declined. Instead, he watched Scott climb into his car and disappear up the street before, once again, scheduling a ride with his borrowed credit card.