Tim glanced at his watch as he waited in the lobby. He’d wanted to find Brandon this morning, but he’d overslept. Now he was supposed to meet Lance in the lobby. His friend was on his way from the airport.
He’d royally f****d up the night before. In the light of day, Tim wanted to kick himself. To salvage anything with Brandon, he would have to apologize for his boorish behavior. Until Tim had declared he wouldn’t kiss, he’d been certain Brandon was leaning toward agreeing to the affair.
So what if he had to engage in some harmless kissing? It wasn’t as though he’d never kissed anyone. He might not think it was any big deal to avoid such an intimacy as kissing in short-term affairs, but apparently Brandon did.
He should have gotten Brandon’s cell phone number so he could call him. Not n
