Chapter 63

Rain turned his face up to him and smiled. “You said I was beautiful.” He skimmed his fingertip down Tristan’s chest. “I’ve been called cute, but never beautiful.”

“Are you serious?” Tristan craned his neck and looked down at him. “Rain, every time you walk into the room and smile, I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.”

Rain chuckled. “The first time I saw you, I hid behind the open door of the U-Haul truck and watched you sort through your mail. You were shirtless and obviously still half asleep, and I spied on you until you went back inside. I couldn’t believe you’d be living on the other side of my wall.”

Tristan caressed Rain’s shoulder and was quiet for a moment. Rain could feel a change in the air. Tristan was clearly struggling to say something. “I have to sell my apartment,” he said, at last. “I’m going under, Rain.”

“But you love that place. And you—”