“I still don’t see why I have to go to your dumb company holiday party tomorrow.” A pained sigh accompanied Brandon’s words as he slumped his shoulders with great exaggeration. “I don’t work there. Why should my New Year’s Eve be ruined?”
Cam looked over at his boyfriend with a frown. By most standards, Brandon was a good looking guy. Blond hair, green eyes, peaches and cream complexion accented with a touch of manufactured suntan. These days, however, Cam only noticed his ever-present scowl, the unattractive flare of his nostrils when he complained, the dullness of his eyes when he rolled them in annoyance every time Cam spoke.
“You don’t have to do anything.” Cam tried halfheartedly to keep the irritation out of his voice. “But I’d like it if you came. I don’t want to go alone.”
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