“I think that’s life for you. We just deal with the shit it throws our way,” Del said dryly, then let out an “unf” when Justin’s thumb pressed against a knot next to his shoulder blade.
Suddenly Del wanted to turn his head and kiss him back for real, but the kids were across the pretty open lower level and…just no.
“So I had this thought,” Justin said as he went back to digging his fingers into Del’s shoulders, obviously ready to change the subject.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Have you thought about doing YouTube or something like that? With this project of yours?”
Del let out a sound no child should ever hear. “Hmm, what do you mean?”
“Jesus, well now I know how you sound in bed.” Justin chuckled. “I mean doing instructional videos, vlogs, that sort of stuff? People make decent money out of it and it might help with the cookbook sales.”
At this point, based on what his kind-of agent had told him, he really needed something else to attach to his book. Maybe this was it?