Chapter 11
He loved the feel of the firm arm under his hand, so unlike any other arm Chris had ever touched—not that he went around touching people’s arms. He pulled away before the gesture turned into something awkward or before he climbed on top of Gabe and rubbed his face against his chest. What the fuck was wrong with him?
He had no problem admitting he liked men and women alike. There might have been a time when he chose to go with women because it was easier, but life was too short for him to worry about what some narrow-minded people in Nortown might think of him. If they chose not to come to his shop anymore, it was their choice—that was what he’d told himself when he’d sneaked away with Timothy last spring.
It was easy to be brave when there was no one to date, not that Gabe was on the market, but Chris could admit being drawn to him despite knowing next to nothing about him.