He opened his mouth, thinking now was the time to bring up a relationship. A real one to continue long after the end of their so-called no-strings-attached, weeklong affair. The idea had been crazy. How could he simply walk away from this?
But the words froze in his throat. If Brandon told him to get lost, he’d have to leave now. He’d have to spend the remainder of his last night in Lincoln Hill alone in a hotel room. The idea of sleeping without Brandon’s arms around him was not appealing. In the morning he would talk to Brandon. That would be soon enough to change his life for better or worse.
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Morning and Wednesday came way too soon for Tim. The day he’d come to dread was here, and he had to return home. Whoever had been the first person to say time flew didn’t know the half of it.