“Can I make you a drink or a snack?” he asks when I release him.
“Whose apartment is this?”
“Humor me.” He turns away to start exploring my kitchen.
“I didn’t even think about having food,” I admit.
Once he’s had a look through the paltry offerings of my refrigerator, he says, “I could put in an order.”
“Here.” I hand him my phone after opening it with facial recognition. “Use my account.”
He doesn’t argue, just leans casually against the counter with his long legs crossed looking like a goddamn dream as he scrolls for food.
While that’s happening, the elevator doors slide open again, revealing Evan at the back of it, hanging onto the bar.
Unlike Deacon, who looks like he just came from work in a gray button down and slacks, Evan is wearing soft, billowy pants, sneakers, and a blue sweater that matches his eyes and hugs his upper body perfectly. It’s just short enough to reveal a strip of his abdomen. His hair is styled with a middle part, grazing his cheekbones and framing his face gorgeously.
He blushes when he sees me staring at him and then glances at Deacon. Eventually, he steps out and takes a look around. The way I’m focused on his every movement makes me feel like a predator, so I tear my gaze away and gesture toward the terrace. He walks to the doors, opens them, and steps outside.
I give Deacon a look, and he nods toward me. “I’ll be out there in a second.”
The first thing I say to Evan when I get outside is, “Hello.”
He’s already at the outer railing, studying the view. “Hi. Sexy place.”
“Thanks.”
“I don’t have a clue what I’m doing here.”
“I would thank you for coming, but I’m worried I’m about to get shredded, so I’ll just say welcome to my home.” I have a seat on the couch before my still shaky legs give out and send me into the fire pit.
“Funny. It feels like I’m the one who’s gonna walk out of here in pieces.”
“Not if I can help it,” I tell him.
He turns, spreading his arms out on the rail, and gives me a look that feels like an admonishment. “You scare me, Isaac.”
“How do I scare you?”
“You want so much. Two guys?”
“It’s not like I’m trying to have a collection or something. This wasn’t how I wanted things to happen, it’s just the way they did.”
“I get that,” he says with a sigh. “I really do. But you asked why my relationship with Hunter ended, and it was because of something like this.”
I scowl. “He wanted to bring someone else into the relationship?”
“Not the relationship, but he definitely wanted us to have sex with other people. He took one look at what guys did on Only Fans and thought—we could do that.”
“Did he need extra money or something?”
“No. I think he was just bored. With me. Or that’s what I thought at the time.”
“And now?” I ask cautiously.
“Now, I think he was going through a phase, and I was the only guy he’d ever been with. I think he was afraid he was missing out.”
“So what did you guys do?”
