Chapter 55
And when I couldn’t be Aiden anymore–when I couldn’t face the person I’d become–I became someone else.
Mr. A.
Mr. A gave me my life back. In that space, in that name, I was someone again. I could lead. I could teach. I could fix others even if I couldn’t fix myself–and that’s what I tried to offer Micah. 2
But Micah wanted Aiden.
And Aiden didn’t exist anymore. Not really.
He was too ashamed to show up. Too scared to try again.
So when Micah looked at me with all that hope, all that devotion–I pulled away. I held him at arm’s length and pretended I didn’t care. But I did. More than he ever knew.
And in the end, I lost him.
I lost everything.
So now, lying there, holding Noah–this bright, broken boy who already meant more to me than I was ready to admit–I was terrified.
Because if I failed him too… if I couldn’t be who he needed, who he deserved… I didn’t think I’d come back from that–not this time.
Noah stirred beside me just as the sun slipped through the curtain. I watched the light touch his skin, gold and soft, and my heart melted.
His eyes fluttered open–blue, sleepy, still wrecked from the night before.
I leaned down and kissed his temple, then his cheek, and finally his lips.
“Good morning,” I whispered.
His breath caught. “Sir…”
Before he could say anything else, he jolted, eyes darting to the clock. “Shit-sorry, I didn’t–breakfast. I was supposed to-
He was already scrambling out of bed, still naked, still half–asleep as he darted toward the kitchen.
Then his voice, soft and stunned, called out, “You made breakfast?”
I walked in and leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Just this once
He turned toward me slowly, blinking in disbelief at the table already set: Eggs, toast, fruit, coffee–nothing fancy, but done with care.
You’re full of surprises,” he murmured.
I stepped closer and kissed the corner of his mouth again. “Sit. Eat. You’ve got rules to discuss.”
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Crossing Lines
