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.”“Fine.David in four words.Um, stylish.Rational, intelligent.Uh, predictable?”“Heh, fair enough.And Ethan…”Ethan.“Let’s go with handsome, funny, clever… Spineless.”Adam nodded.Stephen sighed.“Sorry if I’m coming off as bitter.”“You broke up with him more recently than I’ve showered—don’t worry about it.That’s beyond fresh.”“Yeah, okay.I just hate being a whingey little bitch about it.”“You’re not.You’re just being a human about it.If you were still moping six months from now, sure, that’d be annoying.But seven hours? That’s less than one shift in the Singlesville misery plant.Don’t fret it.”Stephen laughed.“‘Don’t fret it.’ You’re so adorably American.”“Going to focus on the part where you called me adorable, if you don’t mind.”“Not at all.”“Now me,” Adam said, pouring himself a sip of scotch.“I’m pushing it, still moping three weeks on from a relationship that barely spanned two seasons.”“You don’t come off that way, trust me.”“Well.Good.”“You plan to stay single for the foreseeable future?”Adam stared at his drink, thinking about it.“I’m not sure.In some ways, I liked myself more when I was with someone steady.I was less self-obsessed, less worried what people thought of me.But I’m not doing that again, settling for steadiness over real chemistry.And I’m discouraged, so no rush.I’m ready to meet people and date again, but I’m not looking for anything serious.If I find something serious by accident, I won’t run screaming from it, but I won’t be disappointed if Christmas arrives and I don’t have a date for every party, you know?”Stephen nodded.“How about you? Bet you’re not eager for anything serious anytime soon.”“It’s not the seriousness that’s put me off.It was the hiding.I wouldn’t run screaming, either, if I met the right guy tomorrow.Though he might, if I keep acting like such a moody arse.”“Cut yourself some slack.Seven hours,” Adam reminded him.“I know.I just hate people who’re like this, the way I feel now.And I hate that I let him turn me into this.”“You’ll get over it.New apartment, change of scenery, and you’ll look back in a month or two and wonder why the fuck you were ever with him.”“That supposed to make me feel better?” Stephen asked, holding Adam’s stare a couple seconds before cracking a grin.“Enough moaning.You feel like messing around?”The question flipped a switch in Adam’s body.“I wouldn’t mind that.”Chapter FourStephen picked up his glass and followed Adam back to the living room.He glanced around again as Adam switched on a lamp and flipped off the overhead lights.Nice space.Clean but not fussy, stylish but not as though he’d ripped a spread out of an interior design magazine.Then Stephen sat on the horrible couch and winced.“Bloody hell.A man could chip his tailbone on this thing and sue you.”“That’s my evil plan,” Adam said, taking a seat himself.“Half my clients are being rehabbed for spinal injuries resulting from visits to this very room.” He smiled, damn handsome.Blue eyes, bright even in the mood lighting.Perfect teeth, not-quite-cleft chin, dimples even, and that accent.Pearl snaps running up his collared shirt, ones Stephen longed to pop open, one by one.As if he’d been plucked from a casting session seeking the textbook American.Only with a little edge, a sliver of something wicked that made him more sexy than cute.Stephen set his glass on the coffee table.They each turned a bit and Stephen laid an arm along the back of the couch, against Adam’s shoulders.Adam seemed to like him taking the lead, so Stephen leaned in, putting a hand to the man’s neck.They kissed slowly, and he felt Adam’s pulse against his palm, thump, thump, thump.He’d been too rough before—too soon, anyhow.Too angry, and they’d spoken too much now for Adam to remain a two-dimensional object, a convenient, new body to get lost in.He wasn’t a friend yet, but something between hook-up and mate, maybe a blind date Stephen hadn’t known he was going on.One thing was for fucking sure though—the man could kiss.The man could get kissed as well, and heaven knew what else he might be eager to be on the receiving end of.Stephen’s curiosity forced his mouth from Adam’s to ask, “What are you into?”His gaze lingered on Stephen’s lips.“I’m easy.You?”Stephen leaned in to kiss Adam’s neck.“Top, usually,” he muttered, taking in the taste of his skin, how different he smelled, how exciting.“Lucky me.”Stephen backed off to look him in the eye.“Oh yeah?”He nodded.“I’ll go both ways, but I’d rather get topped.Hands down.”“Lucky me.Not that we’re going to have sex tonight, of course.”“Of course not.”He brought his mouth back to Adam’s throat, fantasizing.He’d been drunk for ages on the dynamic he’d had with Ethan, its wrongness, that power imbalance from one experienced, secure partner, one fledgling closet case.But that thrill had gone stale months earlier, and the thought of messing around with a guy who knew what he wanted and who he was had Stephen hotter than he’d felt in forever.A guy with needs and appetites and hopefully the balls to insist they get satisfied
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