Chapter 28

“Can I tell you a story?” Oliver finally asked and David nodded.

“Is it what you’ve been secretly working on?” He smiled and grabbed Oliver’s hand. “I’d love to hear it.”

“No.” Oliver leaned into him. “It’s another story. It starts six years ago.”

And Oliver told him. He told him everything, everything he could remember anyway, from the day David had left for his new life, to the day Oliver had called his boyfriend’s house and had his heart broken, to the moment he’d seen David again for the first time and had known, even then, that the story was far from over.

Now Oliver sat in David’s room listening to the sound of the faucet. It was theirroom, at least for now, with Oliver’s things in the closet and in the drawers.

Mia and Ryan slept two doors down, and Taylor, Owen, and Jackson in what had been Oliver’s old room.