“Bash—what the fuck? Why are you still not wearing a shirt?”
Arms wrapped around Sébastien Blanchard’s ample chest, and Quinn caught the glint of a wedding ring on the newcomer’s finger before the Frenchman was removed from their path and replaced by a handsome young man.
And this had to be Jett because August’s comments about the guy looking like a golden poodle hadn’t been wrong.Everythingabout Jett was golden, and Quinn was a little awestruck by how pretty he was.
Apparently, Jett had similar feelings about Quinn, because his bright hazel eyes widened and he shot August a look of pure disbelief.
“No fucking way,” said Jett. “How thefuckdid you land someone like him? I know you told me Quinn was beautiful, but you didn’t say he could compete with Jin.”
August huffed. “I didn’t realize Jin was pretty. And also—fuck you. What do you mean,how did I land him? Are you saying I’m out of Quinn’s league?”
“Dude.” Jett shook his head, tossing his curls in every direction. “What did I tell you about asking questions that you won’t like the answers to? Sure, you’re hot, but it’s hard to overlook the Abominable Snowman vibes you give off.”
Quinn attempted to hide his laugh behind a cough, but he knew it hadn’t worked when Jett’s mouth slid into a smile.
“Whatever,” said August. “Can you let us take off our shoes and make Bash put on a damn shirt before you start in with the name puns?”
“I’m fine with shirts being off,” said Quinn, grinning to match Jett’s giddy amusement. “Or tarps off—however you say it. I’m good with anything, so don’t listen to August.”
Jett’s gaze flicked to August, and Quinn had a feeling he would get along with Harrison’swifejust fine.
“August is worried because he knows he can’t compete with half of the guys here,” said Jett.
Quinn folded his arms and peered up at August’s scowling face. “I guess he’ll have to take his shirt off and flex a little to keep my attention on him.”
August’s brows pinched together, and Quinn blew him a kiss in return.
“Ohmygod, I love him,” Jett said to August. “If you fuck this up, Snow, I will never forgive you.”
August growled, and Quinn had no idea what he had said, but he wasn’t expecting the sound todo thingsfor him.
“Would you—”
Jett turned on his heel with a laugh and bolted into the main section of the penthouse before he could get cursed at, leaving Quinn alone with August.
Talking and more laughter came from where Quinn guessed the living room was located, and it sounded as if there were a lot more people there than a smaller group like he was expecting.
August was ignoring the commotion and removing his shoes, making himself at home as he hung his jacket in the closet and gestured for Quinn to hand his over.
Quinn did as he wanted, waiting for August to finish and turn his attention back to him before he addressed the awkwardness between them.
“So, you told Jett I was beautiful?”
August’s cheeks exploded with colour, mouth opening and closing several times before twisting into a frown. “You can’t shame me for telling the truth. I fucking meant it.”
The momentous effort it took not to physically react to August’s bold statement nearly broke Quinn’s psyche, but he somehow pulled it off.
“Don’t take me too seriously,” August said, timidly curling a finger around Quinn’s, like he was scared he would get chastised for his words. “What we are is good enough. I think I’ve made up my mind about what I want, but we’re not going to talk about that right now because it’s not time yet.”
Yet.
Not now, but soon.
“I’m starving,” said Quinn. “Are any of these guys good at cooking?”
August gave him an easy grin, and the tension that had been building before settled into bearable levels. “I heard Harrison and Arlo can cook, and anything Niko makes is always delicious, but if Jett is in the kitchen, we’re doomed.”
Quinn tightened his fingers around August’s before he forced himself to let go. He didn’t want to give anyone the wrong impression by walking in like he was August’s boyfriend, and he was quietly relieved when August didn’t protest as they entered the main room separately.
