Chapter 5The morning light poured in through a gap in the curtains. Brad was on the opposite side of the bed from Ian, his arm hanging over the edge of the mattress. Ian lay there feeling like a fraud. Wondering when Brad was finally going to realise that he could do so much better. It was an awkward place to be, wanting so much to free-fall into love but knowing that if he did, there was every chance the inevitable rejection was going to hurt like nothing else had hurt him before.
Perhaps it would be better if he just ended it right…
“Good morning,” said Brad, turning to face him.
“Good morning.”
Brad kissed him, then collapsed back onto his pillow. “How are you?”
Ian smiled. “Comfortable.”
Brad snickered. “What have you got planned for the day?”
“Nothing. What about you? What are
