Chapter 6Christian stared at the ceiling as the late afternoon breeze wafted through the open window, carrying the aroma of coffee and baked bread and exhaust from the endless traffic. He had turned on the television earlier, but decided he’d rather listen to the sounds of the city. He had books in his luggage, and there was a computer in the lobby if he wanted to check his email—had Andrew emailed him?—but he opted to stay on the bed and let his mind drift while he waited for Trip.
And why was he so eager to see Trip? He wasn’t on edge with lust, and he had been excited about the prospect of having some time to himself. He had nothing in common with Trip except Andrew, and they didn’t even have that in common any more. Not really. So why was he looking forward to inviting Trip to watch t
