Chapter 11

Yves combed his still-damped hair, the moisture on its filaments glistening like stars in the evening sky. Looking at the mirror, the slight tinge of pink on his cheeks hadn’t subsided yet. It made him wonder if this was what people call an after-sex glow. He never gave it a thought before, but thinking about it now only deepened his blush.

Moist lips pressed at the junction of his neck and shoulder as Timothy appeared behind him, already dressed up for today’s shift. “You’re already handsome, Yvey, so enough with that. We’re running late.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Ha!” Timothy gibed, wrapping both arms around Yves’ stomach. He leaned to his ear to whisper, “And who’s the harlot who seduced me earlier?”

Yves’ reply was a jab to Timothy’s gut. He was well aware that he initiated it, but the jerk didn’t need to poke fun at him because of it. He wouldn’t have done so if he knew Timothy wouldn’t reciprocate it. After one last look at his reflection, his eyegla