Flash Fiction Monday – And Owen Makes Three
“You two are ridiculous.” Byron’s tone held a faint note of mingled annoyance and fondness. “You love us.” Wade sat up and propped his hands on the concrete patio as he glanced up at his boyfriend. Bryon’s lanky good looks were set off by ripped jeans and a threadbare T-shirt. He was too damn good looking to be behind the camera, but he’d never liked having his picture taken. “Did you get a good shot?” “Yes.” Byron settled the lens cap over the end of the zoom lens. “It’s ado