They laughed and talked the rest of the night, sharing stories and memories.
Drinking and laughing, they continued their conversation. "So, where are you from?" Jackson asked.
"Oh, I lived in Beacon Hills for a while," Ethan shared with a smile
"I was born and raised there," Jackson said.
Ethan grinned, "Danny talked about you all the time."
you now danny Jackson asked
We dated,"
They continued to talk for the rest of the night, sharing stories and memories.
"Man, it's midnight. I should probably head home," Jackson said, feeling a bit tipsy.
Ethan and walked with Jackson as they made their way home, chatting and laughing along the way.
They got outside of Jackson's apartment building, and Ethan lived in the same one. They looked into one another's eyes, the night air filled with unspoken words and lingering emotions.
Ethan leaned in for a kiss. Jackson turned away. "I should get to my apartment," he said.
Ethan's heart sank a little, but he nodded. "Alright,
Ethan watched Jackson go into his apartment, his gaze lingering on the door long after it had closed.
Ethan sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. He turned and walked away, the night air cool against his skin, thoughts of Jackson swirling in his mind.
Jackson had been alone for over four years. He didn't know how to feel or react to that. He wasn't gay, but Ethan made him feel different.
Jackson couldn't shake the confusion and turmoil in his heart. Ethan had a way of making him feel seen and understood in a way no one else had.