ashton's warm body is still pressed to mine when i wake. carefully, i get out of bed so i don't wake him. when i enter the kitchen, michael's sitting and eating a bowl of cereal, staring off into space.
"hey," i say, grabbing a glass and filling it with orange juice.
he blinks and turns to me. "hey."
"you okay?"
"fine. just lost in thought. is he asleep?"
i sit down next to him and nod. "sound asleep. better than it's been for months."
"figures. when i was with him, he would always wake up crying, if he even fell asleep."
my face falls. "he woke up crying?"
michael nods. "he has a lot to tell you."
"i'm okay if he doesn't want to."
"luke, you have to know this."
"why?"
"if you are even considering a relationship with him, you need to know."