His heart was a more tender commodity, and he needed to tread lightly, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t go at all. Avery needed to talk to Jameson, find out where his head was at and what he wanted. It could be that nothing would come of the conversation. Maybe Jameson didn’t want what he did—even if Avery wasn’t exactly sure what that was.
* * * *
When Avery got back home, he found a message waiting on his tablet. He was so sure it was Michael, he opened it without really looking at it, and his breath stuttered in his chest when he saw who it was from.
Hey Avery. I still didn’t get your number, and I was thinking about you. Then I remembered I could send you a message and hope you see it. How are you doing? What do you need? I’m still worried about you. Want to know you’re okay. Send me a message when you see this, will you? Just so I know you’re doing all right.
Can’t wait to see you,
Jameson