Finley

He remembered when he’d first decided to tell Derek that he was gay. He’d been so freaked out he’d almost made himself sick that week from not eating. There’d been no need to worry though, because in true Derek form, he’d shrugged, lit a cigarette, said he was too, and then asked him if he thought he was hot. Vain asshole.

If steam could’ve come out of someone’s ears, it would’ve happened to Jordan. As it was, Daniel wasn’t shocked in the least when Jordan balled his fists, grunted, and then stomped his foot—for real, he stomped his fucking foot.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight. Usually, you crawl in here, wake me up, and don’t stop talking until you pass out. Are you okay?”