(Greyson)
We got back to our room and nobody said much. Mason threw himself on his bed and Jaxon sat at his desk. I went to the window and looked out at nothing in particular. The whole session with Dr. Yates kept playing in my head.
Maybe the doc was right. Maybe I had been pushing too hard. But it was frustrating watching Christian pull away every time we got close. Like he wanted us but was scared at the same time.
But the good thing is that he was trying now and that's all that matters.
"You think he's okay?" Mason asked from his bed.
"He said he needed space," Jaxon replied. "We should give it to him."
"His headache looked pretty bad though," Mason continued.
I turned around. "He'll be fine. Christian's tough."
But even as I said it, something felt off. Like there was this w
