Then he hooked one arm around Lyn’s shoulders and kissed him loudly on the cheek, leaving a wet trail where his lips had pressed.Lyn felt his cheek twitch. Gay sex Although his best friend wasn’t rich like Alexander, his family was comfortably middle-class, which meant an extra mouth at the table wouldn’t impose much. Could he laugh? “Yep, this guy’s going to be my guest. This whole thing was a bad charade.“You don’t. I don’t like you,” Alexander replied. “Join you where?”“In my plans for winter break.”What could those plans involve? So far, he had escaped this sort of situation because Brad was too generous to care. Lyn had his mom to blame for his finicky appetite that consisted of either eating almost nothing or partaking of food that wasn’t in the junk category. But he would never say ‘no’ to Brad’s offer to buy him dinner. Holding marathon staring contests? He was lost in his own world, where he was always right and other people’s feelings meant nothing. And beggars can’t be choosers, right?”He might be imagining things, but he thought he heard a note of satisfaction in Alexander’s – usually unemotional – voice as he spoke the next word.“Precisely.”***Brad welcomed him back with open arms.
