But he chose not to hold back. If Aiden wanted the truth so badly, then the truth he should have. Aiden’s coming to Illinois was a mistake. For everyone. “I don’t mean to hurt you,” Daniel said, keeping his posture stiff while he leaned against the headboard of his bed, “but I won’t be able to rest properly until we get back to Montana.” Aiden stared vacantly at the ceiling, his eyes unblinking. “You push too hard sometimes,” Daniel went on. “You always want things to be a certain way. You want the whole world to live by your ideals. Some things are best to leave alone, no matter how unpleasant they seem.” “All I ever wanted was to love you,” Aiden whispered. “To me you’re everything I have. Everything I’ve ever wanted. I’ve never cared what anyone else might think.” “All you wanted?” Daniel snickered, pulled the covers closer to his chest. “Aiden, you’re always wanting more. You’re never satisfied with the way things are. All you done is pressure me to open up or come out, or whatever you call it.”
