Chapter 42: Good Clean Fun
Somehow I manage to keep Dan from tearing through the house in search of my brother like one of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. Instead I guide him to the bed, lay him down on his stomach and straddle his hips, continuing my massage. He lets me work the muscles loose in his back and arms, though I don’t for a moment believe he’s forgotten what has him so angry in the first place. Goddamn faggot indeed. But he closes his eyes and gives into me, and when I slide off his back to lay beside him, he curls an arm around me, holds me close. He doesn’t mention going after Ray—I know he will, the same irrefutable way I know the sun will rise in the morning and the stars come out at night. Even when clouds cover them, they’re there. I know it, I feel it, he’ll talk t
