Those words festered inside him, unspoken. Alex forced an easy
shrug and hoped his voice sounded unaffected when he replied,
“Sure.”
In a quiet voice Jamie asked, “Why can’t you like me?”
Shit.
“I dolike you,” Alex said, keeping his gaze on the
table. He wouldn’t look at Jamie and see that pout, he
wouldn’t.
But Jamie sighed. “I know you do. I see it in your eyes. In your
hands when you touch me, and in your voice when you speak. But
there’s something in you that doesn’t like me very much at
all.”
“That’s not true—”
“Then why can’t you likeme?” Jamie persisted. “You
look at me like I’ve always dreamed of being looked at, like
somehow you’re seeing insideme, but you won’t…”
He sighed again, and Alex blinked to clear the tears from his
eyes. How perceptive wasthis kid? Or were his emotions that
easily read? Jesus.
“I’ve tried everything I know, Alex, every way I can
imagine to get you to touch me like I know you want to, like we