Chapter 8
Jordan was so tempted to stay. He longed to spend more time with Trevor and be surrounded by nothing that reminded him of his band. “Are you sure? I mean I can call a cab.”
“Stay,” he whispered.
He watched Trevor get up from the couch to clean up the kitchen a bit. “The bathroom is through there, and the spare room is across from mine. You can crash in there. I have some sweats and T-shirt you can wear if you want or…”
“Yeah man, that sounds great.” Jordan couldn’t remember smiling this much in a long time. The kisses were something special. He felt it to his bones, but he couldn’t rush into anything with Trevor. He had plans for his career and he knew Trevor had plans, and they wouldn’t work. But boy, was he tempted to grab him and kiss him more.
He sighed. He still tasted
