“A little after ten. I wasn’t sure when you’d be awake.”
The thoughtfulness was kind of awesome. “So what’s up?”
“Well, looks like I’ll be in town for another day. Extended vacation plans.”
“Really?” Damn, he’d sounded way too eager. “So, uh, you made any specific plans for today?”
“I haven’t. My friends are all going to the beach, since it’s not horrifically hot and the sun’s out. I said I might join them later if I didn’t get up to anything else. They’re used to me being kind of a loner.”
Trey could think of all kinds of things that he and Dominic could get up to. “You want to come over?”
“To your place?”
“Yeah. I mean, you can bring your violin, if you want, and we can play music. Both my roommates are at work, so no one’s going to care if we’re noisy.”
“Noisy, huh?” The intent in Dominic’s tone made Trey’s belly wobble. “That sounds promising.”
“You remember the street?”
“Yeah.”
Trey gave him the house number. “Apartment A, bottom floor. An hour?”
“Sounds good. Want me to bring a pizza or something for lunch?”
“Sure. Anything except green peppers. Those fuckers are the bane of my existence.”
Dominic laughed. “No green peppers. Got it. See you in an hour, Trey.”
Fastest shower and shave ever. It gave Trey plenty of time to pick up the generally messy apartment. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to impress Dominic. Maybe because he’d never invited a guy over before. Presenting a tidy house felt appropriate, especially if they were fucking at some point.
He really wanted there to be fucking.
Dominic knocked on the door around eleven thirty with his violin case, a pizza box, and a plastic bag of what looked like bottles of soda. The megawatt smile made Trey’s insides wobble.
“Wasn’t sure what you drank,” Dominic said as he handed the bag to Trey.
“Cool.” The scents of cheese and spices hit him hard, and his stomach rumbled. “What did you get?”
“Meat lovers’ special.”
Trey laughed and told Dominic to make himself at home while he grabbed paper plates and napkins. When he returned to the living room, the pizza box was on the coffee table, andDominic was spread out over half the couch, his sleeveless tee rising up to show off his flat stomach.
“Nice place,” he said.
“It’s affordable.”
“And close to the ocean.”
“Yeah.” Trey put the plates and napkins on the box, a strange uncertainty taking over. He wasn’t usually nervous around guys, so he wasn’t sure what to say or do next. Eat? Initiate sex? Small talk?
He picked through the bag of drinks instead, choosing a root beer for himself. He usually stuck to water, but the sodas were such an unexpectedly sweet gesture, he picked one he remembered liking a lot as a kid.
“You wanna toss me the Sprite?” Dominic asked.
“Sure.” He handed it over, instead of literally tossing it, and his fingers brushed against Dominic’s. The zing was still there. A zing that made Trey want to tell Dominic all of his secrets. “I lied to you yesterday.”
Dominic’s eyebrows arched up, his eyes filling with uncertainty. “Okay. What about?”
