Out of My Mind by A. J. Truman

Author:A. J. Truman [Truman, A. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Adult, Contemporary Romance, LGBTQ Romance, New Adult, Romance
ISBN: 9781537360423
Google: e59jvgAACAAJ
Amazon: 1537360426
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2016-08-28T22:00:00+00:00

SIX WEEKS

Later

CHAPTER Seventeen

Mac

Mac rested on his bed on a cold night the first week of December. His bed and his nightstand were in the center of the room—the only pieces of furniture to his name. The rest of his junk splattered around the edges of the apartment.

He lived in a studio, and even with such small square footage, it felt large and empty, like a motel room. He could hear sounds echo off the walls. The kitchen was a fridge, stove, and oven against the wall. Paint cracked around the windows. One bad rainstorm could send the roof tumbling down.

He frowned at his humble abode. It wasn’t homey like Gideon’s. No fireplace. No chaise sofa. And no Gideon. Mac was proud of himself for telling him off last month and standing up for himself, but that still left him alone in a barren studio with a roof one rainstorm away from becoming a colander. He fired up his computer to watch some TV. He scammed Internet from the coffee shop next door.

Mac jumped up at the knock on the door sometime later. Delia held out a carton of eggnog in one hand and a box of saltines in the other. He took them and tossed them on the bed. She wrapped him in a tight hug.

“How are you holding up?” Delia ripped open the saltines and jammed a handful into her mouth. “Seth can’t eat these, and I’m staring down the barrel of finals. Let me have this moment without judgment.”

Mac held up hands up in surrender. “Eat away.”

“This place has a lot of potential. It really does.”

He pointed to the chipped paint and poorly patched cracks in the ceiling.

“Focus on the positive,” she said. “Hardwood floors. We can do a Target run.”

“I can’t swing it right now.” Aunt Rita was recuperating fine, but the medical bills had made money tight. Mac took on an extra shift at his work study job to help cover some of it. The money didn’t matter to him. He was just happy that Aunt Rita was improving after surgery. Color returned to her face and new hair grew on her head.

“I think it’s good you’re living on your own.” Delia brushed crumbs onto the floor. Mac didn’t have the heart to tell her he didn’t own a broom. “And that you’re on your own, in general.”

“What does that mean?” Mac didn’t mean for it to come off so pointedly. Delia treaded lightly.

“You started dating Davis right away freshman year. Then as soon as you break up, you’re kinda sorta with Gideon.”

“I was never with Gideon.” That come out even harsher.

But Delia held her ground. Like a good friend, she seemed to know when her wisdom was needed the most. “Maybe not technically, and not publicly. But in some way, you were.” She rubbed his leg. “I thought you’d be a wreck. You and Davis were together almost two years, then he dumps you and goes with somebody else. But you were happy. Genuinely happy this fall.

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