Was it possible? Sebastian had gotten hard… from kissingDrew?
Oh, theysoneeded to talk about this, and soon. Drew knew his best friend like he knew his own mind, and if he let Bas fall into his thoughts over this, the same genius brain that made Sebastian such an amazing innovator and problem-solver would turn this issue over relentlessly until it came to some crazy conclusion, maybe five or ten years down theline.
Damage control was the name of the gamenow.
“Hey, Bas,” Drew said again, once Bas had gotten into his seat and started the engine. “This was just a silly thing. A stupid game. Don’t, ah… Don’t hide from me,okay?”
“Hush,” Bas said indulgently, patting Drew on the shoulder before turning the heat up high. “I’ve never hidden. We’ll talk tomorrow. Just rest, Drew. Close your eyes,okay?”
Tomorrow. Hell, yes, they would talk tomorrow,Drew thought, steeling himself against the lulling motion of the car and the warmth from the vent as he fought to keep his eyesopen.
But when he woke up the following morning, alone and hungover in his bed, his best friend had gone, and he wouldn’t be back anytimesoon.
