Chapter 28: Coming to Terms
Frankly, I semi-believed that Brayden and Christopher were f*****g behind my back. As strange as it sounded, I didn’t put it past the jealous thoughts that circulated within the folds of my mind. Brayden had yet to ask me to be his boyfriend because he felt that labels were ludicrous, which I respected. Because I was not attached to him by such a name, it had given him the right to date whomever he wanted, which included Christopher Sunday, but only if he had wanted to. The field was his to play, even if I were spending nights with his naked body in bungalow twenty-two, acting as his lover, instead of being verbally christened as one.
How could I define the tumbling and warmness of my heart for the real estate agent? What power did Brayden have over me that al
