It wasn't hard to put everything together. Of course not.
By evening, they were packed and out of the apartment.
As much as Chris would've liked to drive alone with Sky—windows down, music on, something stupidly romantic like that—his parents had made sure that wasn't happening. There was a driver. And another car behind them. Security, they'd said.
Now he sat in the backseat with Sky, both of them quiet. Not tense exactly, but not easy either.
Sky stared out the window for most of the ride, arms folded, head leaning against the glass like it owed him answers. His fingers tapped restlessly on his jeans, and he hadn't looked at Chris once.
Chris noticed.
There was a shift in Sky. A hesitance. Not just because he knew the truth now—about who Chris really was. But because of last night.
Sky had let his guard down. Fully. He'd been soft, exposed, messy in ways he never allowed himself to be. And now… Chris could feel it.
