It’d been a little while since I wanted one, but that was a choice I was making. I’d turned down offers as recently as last week.
So it wasn’t…completelyout of the realm of possibility that Iggy actually just wanted to kiss me.
“Also, I notice you didn’t object to me saying Iggy’s hot,” Seth said.
He never missed anything. Sometimes youthoughthe did, but that was just what he wanted you to think.
“He is hot,” I said. “No argument there.”
“Kinda not seeing the problem then,” Seth said. “You’re so tense you’re makingmyshoulders hurt. You’re both young, free, and single. If I were you, I’d jump at the opportunity to get laid.”
“I’m tense because I slept on the couch,” I explained.
“You’re tense because you haven’t taken a day off in eight years and you’re wound up so tight that a pretty boy kissing you made you panic,” Seth said, crouching down to fiddle with the hem of the suit pants. “You’re so fucking tall,” he added. “These need to come down a half inch.”
“I’m a perfectly normal height,” I said. “You’re short.”
Seth glanced up at me, then sighed and stepped back. “It’s possible for me to be short and you to be freakishly tall at the same time,” he said. “Look at you, I come up to your belt buckle.”
“You do have me standing up on this platform thing,” I pointed out, waving at the raised square I was standing on that gave me a good six inches of height. “And you come up to my chest, stop being dramatic.”
“When you’re not standing on the platform, I only come up to your shoulder,” Seth said. “Also, quit changing the subject.”
“Youchanged the subject,” I pointed out.
“We were talking about giving Iggy the gift of your dick,” Seth said, right as Jerry—the grey-haired, straight-backed man who owned the shop—walked back into the fitting area with the two waistcoats and three ties he’d requested.
The tips of my ears went pink.
Seth took the waistcoats without a word, holding them both up against me with the tip of his tongue poking out between his lips.
“I thought I was going to be sold on the beige,” he said. “But the chocolate brown could be so nice. I’m worried it’s too dark. What do you think, Jer?”
“The brown does bring out his eyes, but then do you want him to outshine you on your own wedding day?”
Seth’s mouth fell open. “Are you saying Harvey’s cuter than me? Remember who’s paying for this.”
“Mark?” Jerry asked, one eyebrow raised.
“Sassed by my fiancé’s tailor,” Seth lamented, but there was a smile turning up the corner of his lips. “What would your husband say?”
“He’d tell you to make Harvey here try them both on,” Jerry said, ice-blue eyes twinkling as he looked me up and down. “When you’ve got a catalogue-model beautiful young man happy to play dress-up doll for you, you grab him with both hands.”
Seth raised an eyebrow. “Does Tom know you’re grabbing beautiful young men with both hands?”
Jerry chuckled. “Youth and beauty are fleeting, a good husband is forever.”
“Gosh,husband,” Seth said, passing me the beige waistcoat. “Can’t believe I’m gonna have one of those.”
“Me neither,” I said, wondering if I’d heard right that Jerry’s husband was calledTom.
“Yeah, it’s actually ridiculous that I’m getting married before you,” Seth said as I shrugged the jacket off, passing it to Jerry. “I always thoughtyouwere the settling down type and I’d be the one who couldn’t stand still. That’s a little short in the arms, by the way.”
“I noticed,” Jerry said. “Tom’s the same, all limbs. Nothing off the rack ever quite fits.”
“That’s why I only own three sweaters,” I said.
“You only own three sweaters because you’ve been living out of a suitcase for years,” Seth said as I pulled the waistcoat on, buttoning it from bottom to top. He tutted once I was finished and undid the bottom button, rolling his eyes.
