Chapter 3
Justin was starting to wonder whether wanting to stay with Brad really was a mistake. His ex was more gorgeous than he had been thirteen years ago. If that was possible. Justin found himself seriously thinking of hot s*x and he hated himself for it. How could he think of going down the Brad road again?
His gaze betrayed him and stayed glued to Brad’s ass as he bent to put groceries in the vegetable drawer of his refrigerator. The jeans Brad wore could have been painted on. Good Lord, he was salivating.
Justin pulled at the collar of the t-shirt he wore. His flesh was heated with lust, his pants tightening in the crotch. He had to get a hold of himself.
“Have any bottled ice water?” he choked out.
Brad crouched down in front of the fridge. The polo shirt he wore stretched acr
