Bab 7: Chapter 7

“Yeah, I’d like that. Thanks.” The shirt dangled from his fingers as he turned his back on Jeremy. If his initial impressions came when it was small and blurry, it would lessen the shock of seeing it in Technicolor.

Brendan held himself perfectly still as Jeremy circled behind him. He even stilled his breath. He resisted the impulse to look over his shoulder to see what Jeremy was doing, though he felt the warmth from the other man’s body as he stepped closer.

“Here.” He reached over Brendan’s shoulder and handed him the phone. “I tried to get a few different shots.”