Chapter 7

This is just lunch, he debated. If it gets to be too much, Uncle Nik will understand.Uncertainty sat in his heart as he gnawed at the inside of his cheek. He wanted to believe that he didn’t need them. He wanted to be strong enough to live on his own.

“Please just pick one for me!” Finn’s voice broke Ethan’s train of thought. His heart jumping into his throat, he shoved the bottle back into the cabinet and shut the mirrored door. Finn, however, didn’t notice his hasty movements, his eyes still glued to his two shirts. Ethan turned to his lover, hands resting on the sink behind him.

“The blue,” he said.

Finn looked up. “The blue? You think?”

Leaning in, he laid a kiss on Finn’s cheek. “Brings out your eyes.”

A terribly clichéd reason, but one Finn took wholeheartedly. Smiling widely, he scuttled back into the bedroom to change, the salmon shirt going back into the messy wardrobe drawer.