1 week later:
I sat in the passenger’s seat of Alias’s truck, sitting outside of the job. Alias was in the driver’s seat, in deep thought. I put my hand on his shoulder and he sighed before he turned to me.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
He turned to the window and nodded his head. Something was on his mind, but he wasn’t trying to say it.
“Alias, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“When we were intimate, Ayden was there.” He finally told me.
“So, he saw us?”
Alias nodded. I leaned back in the seat and glanced down at my hands. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. But, I can see why he was hesitant in going in.
“I think you and him need to actually talk, one on one.” I sighed. “Nothing is going to get solved unless you guys communicate and get things off your chest.”
“I don’t want nothing to
