Chapter 58

“Uh. Okay.” Rafi undid a button, and another, his fingers skimming the thin white undershirt Julian wore beneath the silk.

“I left my food in your car,” Julian realized.

“I’ll just put it in my fridge. That way you’ll have to come over and eat it.”

“Oh.” Rafi wanted him to come over? Why would he want Julian in his home?

Julian watched Rafi’s hands as they went down, button by button, gold bracelet flashing. He felt tension drawing up his shoulders, drawing up his fists. Julian did not permit others to undress him, not even costumers on set, certainly not muscular men in his dimly-lit bedroom. Too intimate, too vulnerable. This was a mistake, all of it, but all he could do now was endure it. He had lots of practice at that.

“Jules, are you all right?” Rafi had reached the end of the buttons, Julian realized; he’d missed it because his eyes were closed.