Chapter 30

Yazid laughed.

“I should be able to bring my boyfriend to meet my new nephew and not have my brother calling him a…a…”

“Look,” Yazid interrupted as Ali struggled to even say the word. “Forget about him. He doesn’t know who I am, as far as he knows he’s never met me, and I really don’t care what a prick like him thinks of me. Okay? Just forget about it, let’s watch a film, and make the most of the fact it’s disgusting out so neither of us has to go anywhere.”

Ali huffed and twisted over to rest his chin on Yazid’s chest. His face was more relaxed than when he’d come in, and Yazid draped his arms around that lean back. “I know eventually he’ll find out who you are,” Ali whispered, “but he’s…he’ll hurt you. I know he will.”

“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it,” Yazid murmured, still toying with Ali’s hair. It never failed to fascinate him. He had always imagined fair hair to be somehow silkier and softer, but Ali’s was thick and coarse.