2 Chapter 2

He had no right looking that good so early in the morning, with his tousled blond hair that still had no gray in it. Adrian hadn’t shaved, so sexy stubble was on display, the only place that dared to show some white peppered in with the blond scruff. He glanced up when I entered, dark brown eyes appraising my appearance.

“You look like shit, Trev,” he said, by way of greeting.

“Good morning to you, too, old man,” I retorted. I could throw barbs, too.

“You need to quit chasing boys, son.”

“I’ve got time yet. There’s still a few good times left in this body.” A body that ached a little bit more every day, if I were to admit it. And I wasn’t about to—not to Adrian.