Honestly, they should be talking about where all this would lead them. Logically having s*x again was probably not the brightest decision. Brad was all too aware it didn’t solve anything. Nothing had changed between them other than they were thirteen years older. Somewhere in the back of his brain he knew he should protest. But, hell, he was still a guy and what did logic have to do with anything?
Brad yanked the robe from Justin’s shoulders. Even though athleticism had never been Justin’s forte, he still had a great body. Broad shoulders, sculpted muscular arms. He eased the robe down Justin’s arms, past his wrists and let it drop at their feet. Justin had a smattering of chest hair, not too much but not completely bare there. A perfect amount as far as Brad was concerned. He’d seen guys
