He frowned. “What’s going on, Jason? You take a few days off to go to the shore and you come back looking and acting like someone killed your dog. What’s up?”
“Jared, I know you mean well, but I don’t want to burden you with my problems. I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because my life is such a fucking mess right now.”
“Maybe I can help.”
“You can’t. Look, I appreciate you being here. I do. I’ve just really messed something up and, unfortunately, I’m the only one who can fix it.”
“There must be something I can do.”
I looked at him sitting on my sofa with his long legs stretched out before him. He was still wearing the black pants and white button-down shirt he’d worn to work. Seeing him in my apartment again made me realize just how much I’d missed him.
“There is something you can do,” I said.
He sat up. “Okay. What?”
I walked over and crouched before him, resting my hands on his thighs. “Spend the night with me.”