Chapter 10

In the dream, the voice is Brett’s. Johnny looks over his shoulder but finds no one there, no one at all. “Brett?” he calls out. When there’s no response, he tries again, louder. “Brett?”

The snap of a camera’s shutter is his only reply.

He stirs amid his bed sheets and the dream dissipates. “Brett?” he murmurs, his arm reaching across the empty expanse of the bed. He finds the pillow his lover used the night before and fists his hand in the downy material. The sheets smooth over his legs as he stretches awake. “Where….”

An almost inaudible clickstartles him awake. His eyes flutter open.

Brett kneels on the bed, his nude body a glorious stretch of firm, tan skin that coalesces into a thick thatch of sandy curls at his crotch. He has his digital camera in both hands, aimed at Johnny, and a faint smile appears on his face. “There you are. Say cheese.”

Click.