Chapter 22

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Back at the apartment, Alex cleaned up the DVDs

scattered across the living room floor. They smell like him,he thought, catching a whiff of Jamie’s fresh scent as he closed

the glass door of the entertainment center. I didn’t want to let

him in and he’s already there, already inside me and everything he

touches becomes a part of him. Everything here has a little of him

in it and I’ll never stop thinking of him now.But was that

necessarily such a bad thing? Alex didn’t really think so

anymore.

Upstairs he shook the blankets out in an effort to straighten

the bed. As the sheets settled over the length of the mattress,

Alex caught a glimpse of blue beneath the covers. It was Jamie’s

bandanna, fallen from his head when he burrowed into the sheets.

The fabric was impossibly soft between Alex’s fingers, worn from

years of use. A sick part of him wanted to rub the bandanna in

places he wanted Jamie to touch, but he couldn’t do that, he