“How do they know when you’re ‘fit’ to go home?” I asked. “I mean, people have gone home since you’ve been here, right?” “One,” he said. “But he got sent back.” The floor creaked, and I tipped my head up, seeing Rory lean against the door frame, watching us as he ate an apple. His gaze moved between Micah and me, something loaded happening behind them. “And I wasn’t unhappy about it,” Micah added, humor in his voice as he looked at the other man. I glanced between them, the vibe making my blood warm. I was pretty sure these two might just be happy staying here for the rest of their lives if
...more
