They didn’t rush through dinner, even if the food wasn’t anything to write home about and they both clearly had things beside food on their mind. They spent the meal laughing, ignoring the current of want that hummed beneath their conversation, and afterward they took a long walk, hand in hand. Cheesy perhaps. (Definitely.) But delightful.
They were still grinning at each other like fools when they got to Chase’s room and went inside. The door closing seemed to catch the air in Trevor’s lungs, to freeze the very molecules. He swallowed the thick lump of nerves that was in his throat, even as his skin tingled with the need to touch Chase. Why was he so nervous? It wasn’t like they hadn’t already spent several nights exploring each other. He’d already touched Chase. He’d already tasted his
