Nate hesitated outside Adamâ€™s room. His hand shook when he reached to push the door open. He closed his eyes for an instant; his breath eased out. Part of him knew crossing the threshold was a mistake. But he couldnâ€™t turn back, either, and have Adam draw incorrect conclusions. With a frustrated sigh, he cautiously stepped inside the room.
â€œI thought youâ€™d decided not to have a drink with me. Grab a seat.â€ Adam waved at one of the two queen-size beds. Black hair, damp at the ends from the spa pool, curled in disarray. His open shirt revealed a golden, muscular chest. â€œDo you want a beer or something stronger?â€
â€œStronger.â€ Adam looked casual and too attractive for Nateâ€™s peace of mind. Nate cursed under his breath, instant arousal jolting his dick to life again as he handed over his bottle of whiskey. He took a seat on the bed farthest away from Adam. Maybe the distance would help.
Adam cocked his head, staring at him before frowning. â€œYou okay?â€
â€œAhâ€¦yeah.â€ Nate had to clear his throat to force out the words. He was a fool for putting himself in this position. â€œHave you ever met anyone you wanted to have a long term relationship with?â€ And talking about it wasnâ€™t helping, blast it. He shifted uneasily on the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot.
â€œYes.â€ Adam handed him a glass holding a generous shot of whiskey before returning to get his drink.
Something about the other manâ€™s tone told Nate more than he wanted to know. â€œMe? Jesus, Adam. Iâ€™m a married man. Was a married man,â€ he amended bleakly. â€œI like women.â€
â€œDonâ€™t get me wrong.â€ Adam shrugged. â€œI like women, but men do it for me sexually.â€
â€œNot me.â€ Nateâ€™s voice held a trace of defiance. He took a slug of whiskey, wincing at the burn across his tongue before he swallowed.
â€œDamn it, Nate. Stop behaving like Iâ€™m gonna jump you. Iâ€™ve never done anything out of line where youâ€™re concerned. Iâ€™m not about to start now.â€
â€œGood.â€ Some of the tension residing in Nateâ€™s gut relaxed. â€œThatâ€™s good.â€
Adam offered him a slow grin. â€œUnless you ask me to,â€ he added.
Mid-swallow, Nate spluttered. Adam sauntered across the distance separating them and clapped him on the back. Not an improvement. The heat from his hand shot straight to Nateâ€™s groin. A groan escaped and he couldnâ€™t meet Adamâ€™s gaze.
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I live in New Zealand and write contemporary and paranormal romance for Samahain Publishing and Ellora’s Cave.