“Even if,” Harrison said with a smile. “Not that I enjoy fighting with my boyfriend.”
“Your boyfriend?” Jeremy asked, feigning shock. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”
Harrison smirked. “Yeah, some guy I met at a convention. He had on these black suspenders and sexy as sin eyeliner. I got hard the very first time he looked at me.”
“And here you’ve spent the last few months going on about my smile,” Jeremy said with a laugh. “When in reality you’re only after the eyeliner.”
“You caught me.” Harrison grabbed his chin in one hand. “I’ve had all sorts of fantasies about messing it up.”
Eyebrows lifting, Jeremy whispered, “I didn’t know that.”
“Now you do,” Harrison murmured against his lips before their mouths met in a light, but sensual, kiss.
“Does that mean you take it back?” Jeremy asked when they parted.
“Take what back?”
Jeremy narrowed his eyes. “Breaking up with me.”
Harrison cringed as he dropped his forehead to Jeremy’s shoulder. “Right, I did that, didn’t I?”
“Damn right, you did.”
Lifting his head, Harrison stared into his eyes. “I take it back.”
“Good.” Jeremy dropped a kiss on the tip of his nose. “Don’t do it again.”
Harrison looked surprised. “Never?”
Jeremy grinned. “Never ever.”
Lifting himself up, Harrison straddled Jeremy’s lap and wrapped his arms around him. Then, burying his face into Jeremy’s neck he whispered, “I promise.”
