Chapter 4Venkat
Robin’s words proved prophetic. Venkat picked up his watch at the desk, slipped through his door into his room of the suite, pulled off his clothes, and slid into bed with hardly a sound. And then laid there, tossing and turning, touching his lips, licking them to try and taste the whiskey of John’s kisses. The little mesh boyshorts that had given him the confidence to dance with John, to touch him when they were close on the dance floor, to ask him to kiss him, were having a different effect now that he was alone in the dark. He still felt sexy. Like, really sexy. Or maybe just horny. Was there a difference? Venkat didn’t have the experience to know, and in the moment, he just wanted to go to sleep and wake up tomorrow so he could go see John—and okay, the rest of The Rad
