“Boyfriend? What happened to Nate Gray?”
“It’s a long story...”
When Easton reappeared in the living room, a lot of people turned to look at him.
He was wearing a black leather jacket with studs on the collar, a dark T-shirt bearing my mother’s brand logo, ripped black jeans, and heavy boots. Even though that was the way he usually dressed, I still couldn’t stop staring at him.
Holy mother of all saints... was all that really mine to enjoy?
“Mark, make sure the lighting is perfect. Marla, I want pictures from every angle of his face. Brisa, where’s my iced mocha? Are you making it yourself or what?”
I decided to stay in a corner of the room and watch as they photographed Easton wearing the clothes my mother had designed.
Every so often, his eyes met mine, as though he were trying no
