Chapter 20

“And I’m sorry I dragged you here,” Brad said. He turned slightly to face Justin and leaned forward, his lips mere inches from Justin’s.

Justin closed his eyes and waited for the touch of Brad’s lips on his. He wanted to get out of there really and return to Brad’s apartment so they could get naked again. A bad idea, probably. But something he intended to do once they did finally leave.

“Justin,” Brad whispered against his mouth. His tongue slid into Justin’s mouth, their lips meeting, pressing.

“Dinner is…served,” Dorothy announced from the doorway.

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Brad finished drying the last plate his mother had handwashed and placed it in the cupboard.

“Thanks, sweetie,” his mother said, draining the sink of soapy water.

“No problem.” Brad leaned a hip against the counter. “Hey, Mom?”

“Hmm?” She bent down to return a pot to a cabinet below.

“Why have you been such a pain in the ass all night?”