The hum of the fridge. By the time he slipped out the door, the sticker had peeled off entirely, stuck on the comforter like a discarded note.I let out a breath as the door clicked shut behind him.Sitting there, I leaned back against the pillows and stared at the ceiling like it might offer an explanation.He was eighteen. Gay sex Not loneliness exactly. “Then you’re doing better than my brother. “Really?”Drew immediately leaned over. Beyond them, past the blue haze of Boundary Bay, Mount Baker in Washington State floated like some ghostly sentinel. Neither of us moved away.Drew blew on his noodles, then looked up, serious for a second. And I’m the Junior Ranger narc, my bad.” He beamed somewhat mockingly. Lions Bay. I dropped my seat post and gave Drew a quick look over my shoulder.“This one’s chill. “It’s Jag again at the door. “No. Still unzipped. Dad eats takeout like it’s a tax write-off.” Drew came around the island and flicked open a food delivery app with muscle memory.
