I pull Doc into my arms, burying my face in his hair. He fits perfectly, even if I have to hunch down to do it. My anchor. My person.
"Thank you," I murmur.
"Anytime."
Chapter 30
Sylas Has Opinions
Gavin
Three days. That's how long I get to be stupidly, disgustingly happy.
Three days of waking up with Doc drooling on my chest. Three days of him quizzing me on defensive formations while I quiz him on "tell me about yourself" answers. Three days of study breaks that aren't really about studying.
Then something changes.
At first, I tell myself I'm imagining it. He's busy. Med school prep is intense. He had the big interview, the one we've been practicing for.
But Doc is pulling away.
He has his own life. I get that.
But I notice things. It's what I do.
The texts that take longer to answer. The study sessions he cancels with vague excuses. The way he doesn't quite meet my eyes when we're together.
I give him space. That's what you do, right? When someone needs room to breathe?
A week passes. The space grows.
I start spiraling.
It's guilt,I'm staring at my phone a lot today.
His family was great, and then yours exploded all over the frat house. He feels bad.
That makes sense. That's reasonable.
Or maybe it's because he had to assault your brother. That's a lot to ask of a guy you've been dating for like a month.
Also reasonable.
Or maybe he just... doesn't feel the same way I do.
My stomach drops.
Maybe this was always temporary. The tutoring thing. Helping the clueless "straight" boy figure out he likes dick. You figured it out. Job done. Gold star. Move on.
I put my phone down. Pick it up again.
Maybe you're just too much. Too big. Too loud. Too messy. Too many family issues. Too much drama.
Maybe he's in witness protection, and his handler said his past just got too close.
Maybe he's secretly a vampire and the blood thing is getting awkward?—
Okay. I'm officially losing it.
