He started to apologize—for what, he wasn’t sure, but he thought maybe he should anyway, just in case Richard was mad at him. Before he got the words out, though, his lover crossed the room and wrapped his strong arms around CJ’s waist. Burying his face into CJ’s neck, Richard sighed his name, his realname, not Ceejor babybut “Charles.” CJ squeezed his eyes shut, scrunched up his whole face—he hated that name. In Richard’s voice it made him sound so old.“I’m sorry.”
For a moment, CJ couldn’t speak. He swallowed against a lump in his throat and tried to sound confused. “For what?”
Richard’s arms tightened around his waist. “You heard her, right?” he asked.
How could he not? CJ nodded, and Richard kissed him just behind his ear. His lover’s lips were damp along his flushed skin. “Okay,” Richard whispered. Another kiss, and he added, “Love you.”