“You.”
Any other night and I’d be taking this guy up on his offer. But tonight? Tonight, I’m not feeling it. Maybe it’s because I want to stay and hang with the guys, or maybe I’m just over my messing-around phase.
“Not tonight. Sorry, man.”
Dropping a twenty into the tip jar, I grab Jasper’s drink and head back to the table. The second I turn around, my eyes connect with Graham’s.
Music continues to thump around us, a living, breathing thing. He doesn’t look away as he brings his drink to his mouth.
As the lights flash across his eyes, I can’t pin down what I see there.
Curiosity.
Intrigue.
Dare I say it…lust?
That can’t be right though. Not from him. Not Graham. But the longer we stare each other down, the more convinced I am that there is something there. Something I’ve never seen from him before.
Bode bumps into me, breaking the connection. By the time I look back, Graham is gone. Disappeared without a trace.
Trying not to be obvious, I scan the small VIP area to see where he went, but he’s gone.
Fuck.
What in the world was that?
Graham has been acting different lately, and tonight confirms it.
If only he didn’t run away so I could ask him…
What the hell was that look? Because for the rest of the night, it’s all I can think about.
The way Graham licked his lips. The way it would feel if they were on me.
“You okay, Noah?” Jasper asks.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
“You’ve been quiet since Graham left.”
“Sorry. Just trying to enjoy the night.”
Andnotthink about Graham’s lips on mine. He’s straight. It’s a nonissue.
Then why is my brain making it an issue?
Chapter Eight
GRAHAM
Fuck. Does that ever feel good.
Whosever mouth is on my cock right now, it feels fucking amazing. Peeking one eye open, I see a brown head of hair bobbing up and down on me.
That mouth is fucking delicious.
Warm. Wet.
