Chapter 5Giovanni was actually waiting for him outside. He was taller than Christian remembered. And prettier. For a moment, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. The man standing on the corner had to be a stranger, waiting for somebody who wasn’t Chris. But then he turned around and smiled. He raised his hand to beckon Chris over, and Christian’s feet moved on their own accord.
Trip was still sleeping off his drunk upstairs. Christian hoped he would sleep right through his hangover. He had taken a few euros out of Trip’s billfold, replacing them with a scrap of paper that said IOU-C. He figured he was entitled to lunch on Trip after the night the other man had subjected him to. He got very little sleep, and he was hard most of the time, a direct reaction to Trip’s need to cuddl
