Chapter Fourteen

Shawn hastened his steps as he walked out of the hall, away from everyone and especially away from Ivan.

He hated everything about tonight, it was like a worse nightmare, just like the ones he has every other night, the dreams he had tried to get rid of, and decided to confront the invader today in person, only for the wound to be reopened. Fresh. Bleeding.

Ivan had not changed, not even for a minute.

Does Ivan have any idea that he invades his dreams at night?

Does the fucking liar have any idea that he hasn't stopped thinking about him even for once?

And here he was, desperately kissing him and saying he doesn't like men.

He had been a fool all along, a fool to think Ivan would have changed, to be bold enough to face his truth, not hiding like the coward he had been ten years ago.

Shawn exhaled as he let the tears he had been holding back drop. He loosened the two upper buttons of his shirt as it felt as though it was choking him. Everything about tonight was choking him. The party