Chapter 7“You’re awfully quiet today.” Kevin stood on the other side of the desk, his arms folded across his chest and his biceps bulging against the cuffs of his T-shirt sleeves.
Paul yawned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Rough night.” What an understatement. His brain had refused to shut down and kept returning to the image of Kevin’s diploma, creating stranger and wilder explanations with each passing hour. His restless night had left him dull and lifeless compared to Kevin’s vibrant personality (and biceps).
He had eventually drifted into an uneasy doze, one filled with dreams starring Kevin. Not the Kevin who stood before him. Dream Kevin was as disturbingly handsome but dressed in tailored suits and filled in for the jerk who’d interviewed Paul for the internship. “I guess I’
