Thomas’s lips spread into a big, relaxed smile. “I would’ve offered to rub cream on you when we got home if you were.”
The door opened before Scott could a) ask Thomas if he was serious and b) question him using the wordsweandhomein the same sentence.
Zara led Jade into the room. They were both frowning and exchanged a puzzled look.
“Now, where were we…”
Jade, Zara’s twenty-year-old daughter, glanced at Thomas, then looked at Scott, horrified. Her mouth popped open, and her big brown eyes shimmered as she approached.
“What the hell happened to your lashes?”
Scott tilted his head towards Thomas. “This idiot threw glue at them.”
Thomas bristled. “You wanted me to.”
“I wanted you to throw somethinglikeglue, not actual glue.”
Zara removed the rocks and began oiling up Thomas’s back.
“I…I regret nothing.” Thomas sighed in bliss.
“Bastard,” Scott muttered.
“Language,” Zara warned. “Jade pinch him –”
“Wha – ow!”
Thomas chuckled again, slow, and deep, and Scott fought the smile attempting to break out on his face.
Jade fixed Scott’s eyelashes, and his brows, and thanks to Zara, he had a super smooth back, crack and sack.
Thomas left the salon in a happy daze, sighing contentedly every so often. Scott was beyond pleased with that and kept sliding his eyes to Thomas and relishing in the warm glow it gave him.
“Russell,” Thomas hissed, freezing.
His wide eyes were on the tattoo and piercing shop across the road. Scott frowned, and sure enough, he could see Russell’s green mullet. When Russell turned, the sun reflected off the piercings in his cheeks and nose. There were two other guys with him, both pierced.
“Let’s go say hi,” Scott suggested.
Thomas scoffed. “That’s a terrible idea.”
Scott smiled, glancing up at Thomas.
Thomas didn’t look back at him; he was too busy staring.
“He’s going to notice soon,” Scott said. “Either we go over and say hi, or we keep walking.”
Thomas didn’t appear to have heard, and when Scott tried to get him moving, it felt like Thomas had concreted his feet into the pavement. Russell predictably turned and saw them through the window.
Scott sighed. “We only have one option now…”
He linked his arm with Thomas’s and dragged him across the street.
“Scott…”
“Trust me,” he whispered before throwing on a dazzling smile. “Act like you’re into me.”
“What?” Thomas hissed, trying to pull away.
