Chapter 13
“What the hell is this?” Jay broke the companionable silence. He’d spent the last twenty minutes messing with Dean’s laptop having volunteered to upgrade some software. Trusting Jay knew what he was doing Dean left him alone. Now, fearing even Jay made a mistake, Dean hurried across to peer over his shoulder. His eyes tried to bulge from their sockets. Speechless, Dean gaped, jaw coming unhinged in a way that surely looked comical. A moan started way deep inside him, a sound he refused to utter. His world shrank down to black words on a white background standing out starkly on the screen.
One of his stories.
As Jay panned lower, the content grew more explicit. He wasn’t sure what was worse—the time Jay spent staring at the screen or the moment he swivelled his head to look at
