Chapter 15

Justin turned his head to watch Brad. He watched his lover’s lashes lower as he blinked, studied his slightly curved lips, the beads of sweat on her upper lip. He was so damn beautiful.

“Is that your stomach I hear growling?” Brad asked, glancing his way, grinning.

“I still haven’t eaten that damn frozen pizza.”

Brad chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I really do need to reheat it. And we need to talk.”

“Talk?” Justin’s heart raced, threatening to plummet straight to his stomach.

“Yeah, no more distractions, Justin. I want to know about these letters. Are they emails?”

“Yeah some of them. If you have a computer, I’ll show them to you.”

Brad nodded and sat up. “Okay. I’ll stick the pizza in the microwave and then fire up the computer.”

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Justin sat in front of Brad’s desktop computer, waiting for it to power on. Next to him was a paper plate with a half-eaten slice of cheese pizza on it.

Brad stuck his head out of the kitchen. “You want milk and sugar in your tea?”