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Ken sighed and rubbed his face. Mostly through sheer, stubborn denial, he’d refused to think much about the whole issue. With his sister’s wedding and all of these confusing feelings for Justin, he’d had more than enough to think about.
“Judging from the look on your face”—Aaron surprised Ken quite a bit by continuing—“that’s not what you wanted to talk to me about it. What is it?”
Well, this was his chance. Aaron was here, and he seemed at least willing to talk, which was a far cry from how he usually was. But as Ken raised his eyes, looking into Aaron’s, he found that the words which he had thought to so casually toss out simply died before they even made it to his tongue.
Do you want to come to my sister’s wedding with me?
Why couldn’t he say those words? Why did they linger in his throat, before dying away completely? Ken had been waiting, biding his time, for a chance just like this one, and now it was here, and he couldn’t make himself take it.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I just wanted to see what you were up to,” Ken gave Aaron a friendly smile, and judging from the look on Aaron’s face, he wasn’t necessarily convinced, but he at least nodded and let Ken turn away and leave.
Which he did, and as he walked, he knew that he should be kicking himself for losing this chance. Who knew when he’d get another one? And yet, lingering in his mind’s eye, he saw another face, a set of stormy gray eyes that could send shivers through him.
Justin. He hadn’t asked because of Justin, and it was then that he realized just how thoroughly he had given up on Aaron. It was Justin, the thought of the other man, that had him smiling even as he went.
He had to help his brothers get settled in his place, but after that, he was going to call Justin. Maybe it was time to get some answers on that front, to find out if someone as smart, as talented, and as utterly gorgeous as Justin could ever want anything to do with Ken.
