Page 99 of Back to You

This was how his life was supposed to be.

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In the morning, Ethan went for his run while Brandon headed to his apartment to grab Barnabus and whatever he needed for the weekend. Ethan had invited him to run with him.

“I’d like you to think about that for a minute,” Brandon had said.

Ethan thought for a second. “No chance in hell?”

“That would be correct.”

“How you look like that without exercising is beyond me.”

His phone chimed as he was putting a yowling Barnabus in his carrier.

Michelle: How was the date?

Brandon: Ongoing.

Michelle: I knew it. Need me to feed your cat?

Brandon: We’re going over to Ethan’s for the weekend.

His phone rang and he rolled his eyes. “Hey Michelle.”

“So when you say you’re going over there for the weekend, you mean …”

“The days of Saturday and Sunday.”

“Okay, smartass. You know what I mean.”

“Not really.”

“Are you sure you two are ready for that?” Michelle said.

“It’s just a weekend, Michelle, we’re not moving back in together. Yet.”

“Date went that well, huh?”

“It was perfect. Everything was just perfect.”

“So I’m assuming you slept with him.”

“Michelle!”

“I know you have sex, Brandon,” she said dryly.

“Yeah, but knowing and talking about it are different things.”

“Prude.”

“And proud of it.”

“Okay, well, bring him to dinner on Sunday, we all want to see him.”

“I’ll mention it, if he’s okay with it, we’ll be there.”

“Good.” And with that she hung up. He rolled his eyes again and went to grab Barnabus’s litter box and food.

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