“Hey.” He took Hector’s hand in his and stroked his thumb over the smooth skin. “It hurts me to see you like this.”
Hector snorted.
“No, it does. If you’d been mine, I’d never have treated you like this. Never.”
Hector watched him for a second too long. “I know, but everyone can’t be as lucky as to find a boyfriend like you.”
Trae rolled his eyes. “I’m nothing special, and you know it. There is someone like me on every street corner.”
Hector shook his head. “No, there isn’t. I’ve looked. Kaden is—”
Trae growled, which had Hector huff a laugh, or at least something similar to one.
“Kaden is a f*****g moron, and he doesn’t deserve you.”
“Kaden is the first one who’s wanted me in ages.”
“Not true!”
Hector raised an eyebrow at him. “No? Before Kaden, when was I last asked on a date?
