Chapter 4
Against Liam, Kieran stirred, waking up.
“Hey, sleepy head,” Liam whispered, “your phone is ringing.”
With his eyes full of sleep, Kieran reached down, squirming against Liam’s chest, and fumbled into his front pocket for his phone. As he did so, his hand rubbed up and down Liam’s thigh, turning him on again.
“Hello, fart face,” Kieran answered the call, sitting up. “Slow down…what?” He ran a swift hand over his face. “What? Edith…I can’t understand a word you’re saying when you’re laughing like that.”
Edith. Who’s Edith?
Liam sat up.
Kieran picked up the empty beer bottle from off the table and swirled it around. He swallowed the last drop of the beer. “Did Aunt Bonnie really say that?” He turned to Liam and mouthed the words: “I’m sorry.” He kissed Liam’s fingers. Tender
