Chapter 12

“Brad, don’t.”

His heart leapt into his throat, then plummeted. This was the part where Justin told him he was calling a cab and getting the hell out of Brad’s apartment. Misery choked him but he wouldn’t back away from it like a coward.

“How much did you hear?” he managed to ask.

“All of it, I think.”

Brad nodded. “Just my mother being bossy. It was nothing.”

Olive green eyes met his. “You’re wrong, Brad.”

“Wrong?”

Justin stepped very close to Brad, so close he felt the bulge in Justin’s jeans. So close he felt Justin’s breath on his neck.

“I want you,” Justin said. “I want you so bad it’s tearing me up.”

He pulled Brad’s head down and pressed his lips to Brad’s mouth in a deep, soul-searing kiss.