The sounds of footsteps outside the bathroom were driving a certain blonde crazy.
Each approaching step landed like a drumbeat inside his skull, especially marking a loud heartbeat that he wasn't sure how to process.
It was an accident; he didn't mean to overhear their conversation.
Really!
But just as he was about to check if the coast was clear, he heard Kyle's distinctive voice.
He wasn't screaming. He wasn't even increasing his usual volume, but the utter silence made it so that his words were impossible to miss.
"I worship him. And the ground he walks on."
"..."
Ollie's heart flatlined.
Then spiked.
His knees gave out almost instantly as the meaning of those words caught up to his brain, dragging him down like a system error. And by the time the footsteps stopped right outside the bathroom door, Ollie was crouched on the cold tiles like a panicked child mid-meltdown, hands over his ears as if that could rewind time.
Too late.
He'd heard it.
He heard all of it.
