November
“I still can’t believe you wouldn’t shell out for movers,” Christian said as the elevator doors opened, releasing him, Julian, Rafi, and the boxes they carried into Julian’s apartment.
“You don’t have enough stuff to qualify for movers,” Julian snorted, kicking aside the pair of Christian’s shoes that had gotten left in the foyer.
Rafi wasn’t so sure about that. Christian had more clothes than any human being could possibly need, not to mention video games, anime collections, skating and surfing equipment—and he was pretty sure the box he carried now was filled solely with nail polish. True, everything had fit in one truck…but now it had to all fit in what used to be Julian’s office.
“I think you just like watching your boyfriend do heavy lifting,” Christian grumbled. “You spe
