Chapter 25After his show, Steve lay in bed at his apartment. It wasn’t like him to mope or navel gaze, but he did. Tomorrow was Monday, and at the end of it Tuesday. Today, Sunday, he rested and made no effort to see Josh, who didn’t bother to call.
Steve’s initiative was all that kept this thing going. Maybe he forced it and needed to step back. No more breakfast burritos. True, early on, Josh did call him, as a client, if not without ulterior motive. When was the last time, though, that Josh called him for fun or texted out of the blue? Hardly ever. It was all Steve’s own doing that kept this ship afloat, and he was getting tired of it.
His belly button called for a rub, and his balls itched. He tended to them. That’s what he needed tonight, a little me-time.
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Josh went home a
