“No boyfriend?” Wes asked. He rubbed his thumb over Justin’s knuckles. Justin laughed. “Well, wouldn’t it be shitty if I did? If I did, and he had half a brain, I’d be an ex-boyfriend right now.” “I don’t need to fight for your hand?” “No one fights for my hand. I pick my own Prince Charming, thank you very much.” Justin sipped his champagne, eyeing Wes. “But I guess you might be at the top of my list of prince choices. I mean, after tonight.” He shrugged exaggeratedly. “I try,” Wes drawled. “I’m glad it pleased you, m’lord.”
