“Can you imagine doing this with a stranger?” Brad asks me. “I guess I can see why it’d be a good test, you know? To see whether or not you have chemistry.” “And us?” I ask, my fingers drifting over his skin. He frowns slightly. “Well, we’re not strangers,” he says, this man who’s known me for all of a few weeks. “So it makes sense that we’re smashing this.”
