Page 18 of The Token Yank


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“I don’t think that’d be a good idea, E.” Nathan looked up at him with his big green eyes, those same eyes that had been Midori sour green during sex and cloudy gray in the morning when they woke up. But that night, they were two vacant lots. “I don’t know where this will take me, but I’m going to see it through. I don’t want to be held back. And this comes at a good time because let’s be honest, things were petering out between us, don’t youthink?”

That was news to Eamonn. He had fallen hard for Nathan and hadn’t stopped for almost two years. This person in front of him wasn’t the same man he had given his heartto.

Nathan balled up his socks and shoved them into his suitcase. Eamonn grabbed hishand.

“I love you,” he creakedout.

“I appreciate that. But we both knew this wasn’t going to last forever.” Nathan took back his hand. “I really need to finishpacking.”

Eamonn stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He didn’t want to think about what happened next. He felt empty all over again. He had given his heart to Nathan, and he stomped on it, tore it into scraps, set it on fire, and pissed on the ashes. Eamonn wasn’t going to let that happenagain.

He drove his fist into the wall of scribble and color as hard as he could, then returned back toHeath.