Archer leaned in. “On my mouth.”
Spencer managed a sip of air.
“On my skin.”
His lungs didn’t really care about air. It wasn’t important.
“On my cock.”
A groan escaped. “Why didn’t you?”
“Because the games I play don’t involve alcohol.”
Spencer wanted to ask him what games he was referring to, but he couldn’t. The words wouldn’t form because Archer chose to lean in at that moment, their lips almost touching.
He waited patiently, silently willing Archer to kiss him. Just when he thought he would, a knock sounded at the door.
“Hey, Arch! Get your giant ass out here. We’ve got shit to do.”
Archer pulled back and smiled. “I’m bein’ summoned.”
“I can see that.”
“I guess I’ll see you around, Spencer.”
He nodded, unable to do anything else.
“Just flip the lock when you leave,” Archer said as he opened the door. “I’ll be in town for a few more days. You know where to find me.”
Another nod.
It wasn’t until Archer was out the door that Spencer could inhale properly. As he did, he took a seat on the edge of the bed and realized, for the first time in ten fucking years, he was ready for what came after the flirting.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Monday, September 19, 2022
“So, how was the wedding?” Paige askedas they opened the trunk of her car to get to the equipment she’d brought with her. “You didn’t emerge from Violet’s until…?”
“No comment,” Simon told her, as he always did when she started to pry.
“Oh, come on. I know you don’t kiss and tell, but is it serious? I mean, it has to be, right? You stayed over Friday and Saturday and …last night.”
The way she paused and exaggerated the last words was for dramatic effect. As usual, Simon found himself laughing at her antics.
“Yes,” he answered. “It’s serious.”
Paige put her palms together and smiled at him. “That’s just so stinkin’ sweet.”
“Shut up,” he said without heat. “Let’s get this stuff up the stairs so we can set it up.”
“When you were at the wedding, did it give you any ideas?”
Simon ignored her.
“Like for your own wedding?”
He still ignored her.
