Chapter 73

Christophe turned around and raised his cup. “Cheers.” He clinked his cup to Joe’s and drank, but his eyes were sad tonight. “Oh, would you look at this?” He’d spotted Joe’s new writings. “You’ve been busy. When can I read it?”

Joe set his cup down on the sill. “I don’t know, but not now.” Why did he write all day? He wrote to escape. To forget. But most of all, he wrote to explain himself. He’d taken a liking to it. When he opened his eyes in the morning, that manuscript was the first thing on his mind, after Christophe.

“Am I going to be in your story?”

“You arethe whole story.” Joe took the cup out of Christophe’s hand and kissed his mouth. The touch of his lips stirred him deep inside.

“Give me your hand,” Chris said, with a smile. “Dance with me—”

“No…stop.” Joe moved away. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” Christophe raised a brow at him.

“Your water is almost ready.” Joe turned away, heading for the stove.