Chapter 22

“Bri, it isn’t a question of having to. I’m not trying to repay you for creating such a gorgeous image of me. I’m not…repaying is such a lame word. I want to show you how important you are to me. If you don’t feel the same I understand.”

“I do,” Brian replied as he wrapped his arms around Conley’s neck and kissed him. “I mean, I do feel…you are…”

Conley grinned. “Having trouble putting it into words?”

“Yes. Actions, though.” He looked at the clock on the far wall, chewing his lip.

“It’s still early, sort of,” Conley replied, taking Brian’s hand. “You don’t have to be at work for a couple of hours.” He gave a gentle tug to get Brian moving toward the studio door.

Brian sighed, happily Conley thought, as they made their way upstairs. When they were in the bedroom, Conley put his hands on Brian’s shoulders. “Last chance to back out.”

“Not happening.” Brian began unbuttoning Conley’s shirt. The touch of his fingers against his skin only intensified Conley’s need.