Chapter 11
“Coffee?”
Derek looked up from the computer, quickly minimizing the site he’d been searching, and shook his head.
“Then take a break for a few,” Tim suggested, massaging Derek’s shoulders. “You’ve been at whatever you’ve been doing almost nonstop since you got back.”
Derek sighed, leaning forward when Tim started to work on his tight neck muscles. He appreciated it, but was unwilling to say more than thank you. He didn’t want Tim to feel as if it doing that would make him more of a fixture in his life than he already was.
They had met six months ago at a club Derek frequented and hit it off immediately. They had become friends and not too much later, lovers. Derek liked him, but not enough to want them to live together, despite Tim’s increasingly hinting that they should. I
