Justin couldn’t stand it anymore. He’d told off his father on the phone, and even if EVERYONE in his life HADN’T been pushing him back into Charlie’s arms and trying to make them talk…he had a feeling that he would be here, in this exact spot at Charlie’s front door, with his hand raised.
He took a deep breath. This was…right. He and Charlie belonged together. Justin finally let his hand fall onto the buzzer for the other man’s apartment.