Chapter 9

He felt himself leaning toward Tim. As he got within an inch of those lips he’d fantasized about kissing, Brandon puckered. Abruptly Tim backed up, holding his hand in front of him.

“I don’t really kiss,” Tim said. “No offense or anything. It’s just not my thing.”

Oh God. What an idiot he was. Thinking he could have his fantasy. This wasn’t fucking high school. Bile rose to his throat.

“I see.” Brandon nodded and stood. “I’ve got to be going. I need to get home and get ready for work tomorrow.”

“What about the arrangement? Do you agree?”

Brandon laughed, thinking it sounded vaguely hysterical. His stomach turned over. “Sorry, no. I’m sure you have guys falling at your feet wherever you live now, Tim. But I’m not going to do that. I won’t be treated like I’m just a whore for your pleasure with no thoughts and feelings and needs of my own.” He walked to the door. “I’m sure you won’t have any trouble hooking up with someone else during the reunion. Have a pleasant stay.”5