“Then what?” Braylon asks incredulously. “Is your dad on about my choice in restaurant? Is it because I don’t celebrate Christmas? Is that what’s finally going to get me permanently kicked out of this family’s good graces?”
Denz smirks. “No, but how long hasthatbeen on your mind?”
“Too long.”
If Denz is being honest, watching Braylon ranting about the Carters while shirtless, his joggers around his knees, is turning him on even more. But he can’t get to that part yet. Not without turning his phone screen around for Braylon to read.
Aunt Cheryl Carter
I can’t wait to see him!
He’s gonna teach me about tea! not the gossip kind!
Nic Carter
auntie stop trying to be besties with my bestie!
Aunt Eva Carter-Rivera
I hope he likes the mcqueen sweater I got him for the family xmas photo!
Leena Carter
If you’re reading this Braylon… I promise we’re not this embarrassing
The light in Braylon’s eyes is irresistible. So is the sweet, affectionate grin unrolling across his mouth.
“You have nothing to worry about,” Denz promises, brushing his lips to Braylon’s. “I think they love you.”