The way he’d broken down once I finally gathered myself, hunched his head, and cried against me. I can’t keep doing this to you, I’d said. Needing you. He’d told me he needed me too, but with Trey and Sarah there, the bubble that always seemed to envelop us, separate us from the world, had popped, and I’d felt so deeply ashamed for wanting so much of him, and I could tell he had too.
