The art event was crowded and loud. Saint stood near the wall, nursing a drink, watching Joshua shine in the middle of it all. Joshua looked incredible in a fitted black shirt and dark jeans, laughing with a group of artists and collectors. Saint was proud of him. But when one tall guy with slicked-back hair kept touching Joshua’s arm and leaning in too close, something dark twisted in Saint’s chest.
He knew he had no right to feel possessive. Not yet. They were still figuring this out in secret. But seeing someone else flirt with his Joshua made his blood run hot.
Joshua glanced over and caught Saint’s eye. He smiled, but the guy said something that made Joshua laugh again. Saint’s grip tightened on his glass.
By the time they left the event, Saint was quiet. Joshua noticed immediately
