Brandon leaned back against him. “Me, too. It feels good to be here in your arms.”
“I really am sorry about not coming to you. I know it’s not fair. I promise for sure I’ll come to Lincoln Hill next.”
Brandon didn’t want him making any promises he couldn’t keep, so he turned in Tim’s arms to face him, and he kissed him before Tim could say anything else.
“Brandon,” Tim said against his lips. “I want you.”
“I want you, too.”
Tim nipped his jaw. “I was going to fix you something to eat. Or call out for a pizza first.”
“Later. Make love to me now.” Brandon stepped out of his arms, pulled off his T-shirt, and dropped it to the floor.
“God, it seems like it’s been forever,” Tim whispered. He grabbed Brandon’s hand and drew him to the bed.
He laughed. “It’s only been a week. Not even.”
“Yes. Forever.”
Brandon unzipped his jeans and then sat on the edge of the bed to remove them. He shucked his briefs while he was at it.