Chapter 92

He set the box of books down in Christian’s room, and straightened to find Julian slipping arms around his waist.

“Aaron doesn’t mind the smaller place, you know,” Julian murmured. “He hated the apartment Uncle picked out for him, just like I did.”

“You did,” Rafi said, kissing Julian’s temple. “But now it’s your place.” It could be our place, remained unspoken. Or my place could be our place. I know you like it there. Could his place be Christian’s place, though? Rafi was thrilled and relieved that Julian had gotten custody of him, but it did throw a wrench into the idea of moving in together. Christian needed stability, needed to land somewhere safe and stay there, not unpack his room just in time to pack it up again and move in with Rafi.

Plus, Julian was still learning how to build his own home, his own life. Rafi wanted to be part of that, a big part, but he didn’t want anything to smack of Julian moving from one cage to another.