BRAYDON’S POV
“What’s up with you?”
I turn to Justin lounging on the couch, his eyes narrowed like he’s trying to read my soul.
“What?” I ask.
He tosses a game pad at me and I catch it just before it hits the floor.
“You’ve been watching me play this by myself,” he says. “Unlike you.”
“I’m just tired,” I lie, glancing at my watch.
He frowns. “Tired… or horny?”
I roll my eyes, fighting a grin. “You can’t be serious.”
“Then what?”
I glance at him, then sigh. He’s got his own stuff to deal with, and I can’t bring myself to tell him why I’m in this mood.
“It’s nothing serious,” I say. “Just… trying to figure things out.”
“Because you leave in a month?” he presses, clearly not ready to drop it. “Already dreading long distance?”
That’s part of it, but not the main reason. I drag a h
