Hours later, Brad poured boiling water over two teabags in mugs. Rick had been arrested and now the police had finally left. He yawned. A short time ago he and Justin finished two fast-food hamburgers.
Justin came up behind him in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around his waist. He leaned his head against Brad’s back.
“What time is it?” Brad asked.
“Almost seven. How are you?”
Brad exhaled. “Exhausted. Shocked. So many emotions are going through me. I’m damn glad to be talking to you, though. Know what I mean?”
“God, yes. You have no idea how good it feels to touch you.”
Brad turned in Justin’s arm to face him. He leaned in to kiss Justin’s lips. “Kind of puts a few things into perspective, huh?”
“You could say that.” Justin framed Brad’s face in his hands. “I don’t care what we h
