He’d put on clothes, unfortunately. But Graham still liked the firmness of his pecs under the soft cotton of his shirt.
Thad shot him a crooked grin. “You areinsatiable.”
“Well,” Graham countered. “I wouldn’t be if you weren’t so hot.”
Thad scoffed. “And if you weren’t in your twenties.”
Graham ignored that, dipping a finger into the waistband of his jeans instead. “You definitelyarehot.”
“Look,” Thad said. “Believe me, when I woke up, I was getting hard thinking about everything we could do together. And I still want that. But I also want to take you out.”
Graham let out a little grumble of annoyance.
Thad gave him another smile, this time, something smaller and softer. More private. “Give me this, baby?” he asked as he wrapped a hand around the back of Graham’s neck, gently tilting his head so they looked each other in the eye. “We haven’t had a lot of time to go out. And I feel bad for bailing on our date last night.”
Ugh. How could Graham deny himanythingwhen he looked at him like that?
“Okay. What do you want to do today?” he asked.
Thad dropped his hand and shrugged. “I have no idea. What do people do on dates?”
Graham laughed, thinking of the ideas he’d tossed around before settling on the movie night. “Hmm. How do you feel about mini golf?”
Thad laughed. “Shit, I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve done it since I was like twelve or thirteen. I think the last time we went as a family, Gav and I nearly got kicked out for fighting.”
“What were you fighting about?”
“I don’t remember. I think we were just being competitive assholes as usual. Probably one of us accused the other of cheating and it devolved from there. You know what siblings are like.”
Graham shrugged. “I guess. Cory and I get along pretty well.”
“That’s who you were on the phone with earlier?” Thad frowned.
“Uhh, yeah.” Graham shifted away, walking toward the living room.
“Touchy subject?” Thad asked, following him.
Graham shook his head, taking a seat on the sectional beside Murphy. He was sleeping on his favorite blanket, legs twitching a little like he was dreaming. “No. Like I said, we get along well.”
“She’s … getting married?”
“Yeah.” Graham glanced up to see Thad standing there, hands shoved in his pockets. He patted the cushion on the other side of him. “This winter. She had to work around my schedule, so it’s been crammed in the weekend between Christmas and New Year’s, when we have the games in Pennsylvania.”
Thad took a seat beside him. “That was nice of her to make sure you could come.”
“Well, I am her man of honor.”
Thad grinned. “Nice. Didn’t know that was a thing but …”
Graham shrugged. “I mean, we’re close. She has female friends standing up for her too, but we’ve always … I don’t know. Our parents can be a little … high-strung, I guess? So we kinda banded together and stuck up for each other when they were being a little over-the-top.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean, my mom’s a lawyer and she’s very … very Type A. Dad’s a lawyer too, though it’s corporate shit for him. She’s a prosecuting attorney. They’re both overachievers and had super high expectations for Cory and me. Honors classes, summer programs, learning enrichment activities … that sort of stuff. They didn’t always understand we needed time to be … kids. Have fun.”
“How’d they feel about you going pro for hockey?”
Graham shrugged. “It definitely wouldn’t have been their pick. But they’re proud of me. They come to games when we play in Pittsburgh. Dad and a few of his friends usually take a trip out to Boston once a year to take in a couple of games. It’s harder for my mom with her schedule but she does what she can.”
