“Taylor, your mother expects you home after breakfast," Garrett's mom told them over the breakfast table.
Garrett felt Taylor squeeze his hand under the table and tried not to react. He`d been fighting with himself ever since Taylor had sneakily taken his hand again as soon as they'd sat down to the table to eat.
He just wants to be comforted. He just wants to be comforted. He just wants to be comforted.
He had a painful lump in his throat he couldn't get rid of. He was so relieved he could still be next to Taylor right now and yet so confused at Taylor’s recent actions that he could barely keep it together.
Taylor wasn`t acting like nothing had happened. No, he was acting... different.
Garrett didn`t know how long his heart could take it.
Clearly, Taylor wasn't bothered in the
