THE SHOP WAS CRAMPED, packed with junk, and not particularly well laid out. Still, Braden was convinced he could find something Leon would like.
“Get him this,” Ali suggested.
When Braden turned, he found his boyfriend holding an old pin-up calendar.
“I don’t think my mom would want that in the house.”
“Why not?” Ali asked as he flipped the foxed and yellowed pages. “Who wouldn’t want a bunch of sexy ladies hanging on the wall?”
Braden rolled his eyes. “Since when do you have an eye for sexy ladies?”
“I understand their aesthetic appeal.”
“Of course you do. You’re an art student.”
“I’m a student of the human experience,” Ali replied. Setting the calendar back on the shelf, he approached Braden slowly. He had that dark look in his eye, and Braden knew exactly what it meant.
