“So was what I did with those guys.”
“But not me?”
He doesn’t answer.
“Did you think about me like that when we were growing up together?”
One side of his mouth twitches in a smile. “I might have rubbed one or two out over you, sure.”
My cock twitches under my chinos.
When he looks at me I think I’m going to melt.
“Me too,” I practically whisper.
He licks his lips. “Sure you don’t wanna fuck in the back of your car?”
I reach across the gearstick and put my hand over his.
“I told you, not here,” he says.
“No, listen, my mom and Bryce are going to the Bahamas. I’ve got tennis matches all weekend. But after that, maybe you could come over.”
My face is so hot, I think it’s going to set on fire. I can hear Evan breathing in the confined space of the car. I catch the scent coming off his work clothes. Something unfamiliar. It’s a cold smell and reminds me of sawdust and damp cardboard. He wraps his fingers around mine.
“Maybe.”
When I look up, he’s smiling.
I lean in and kiss him. He lets me, for a minute, before pulling away.
“They’ve got cameras here.”
“So what? We’re not doing anything illegal.”
“Actually, you shouldn’t be parked here.”
“What are you? The traffic police?”
“Nate Castellani’s a badass now.”
I love the way my name sounds coming from his mouth—my real name.
I can’t stop myself from kissing him again. I trace the shape of his lips with mine. That bow shape his top lip makes. I can taste cigarettes and coffee on his tongue. And I can feel his hunger in the kiss. In the way he puts his hand on the back of my head and keeps me there, fingers gripping my hair.
I’m breathless when I pull away. “We should have done this years ago.”
“Nah.”
“Why not?”
“Because, I would have been even more pissed when you moved away.”
“I’m sor-”
“Shut the fuck up, Nate.” He kisses me to stop me from saying anything stupid.
The kiss gets more heated, until he’s guiding me over the gearstick into his lap. It’s a tight squeeze, my ass pressed against the dashboard.
