Despite my belief that Hayden would be gone the following day, Hayden spent the next couple of days living together at my place. I liked having him around and I was getting used to spending my days with him; however, after a couple of days I realized that this wasn’t normal. He stuck to me like glue and followed me wherever I went. I didn’t want to tell him this, but he was getting in the way of my daily life.
“Hayden…when are you heading back to your place?” I asked one evening while we were having dinner together in my small apartment.
“You don’t like having me around?” He asked as he placed down the fork that he had been holding.
I sighed, knowing that he would say something like that.
“It’s not like that. It’s just…you’ve been around me all the time and…I guess it affects my work…” I told him hesitantly.
