Page 30 of Boy Issues

As Silver arranged everything on the coffee table, Donovan didn’t miss the smirk tugging at his lips.

“I assure you, this isn’t what will cause me trouble where you’re concerned.” Silver handed him a soda. “Don’t worry about it. I told you I’d take care of you tonight, didn’t I?”

Donovan’s voice caught, his throat trying to tighten on him again. “Y-you did.” Staring up at Silver from the sofa as he hovered over him gave Donovan a jolt of arousal. “I still don’t understand why.”

Silver popped open his own drink, then took a seat next to him. “Because you asked nicely, and I could sense your honesty. You might recall me last night explaining quite forcefully how much I hate games.”

Silver winked and Donovan was charmed—the softer, more intimate side of Silver trapping Donovan even further under his spell.

“I do.” Donovan smiled, the action more natural than it typically was. “I like how you don’t let me get away with anything.”

Silver arched his eyebrows, and he was back to studying Donovan like a science project. However, Donovan had discovered that it no longer made him feel uncomfortable. Instead, it made him feel as if he was significant. As if he wasn’t being overlooked.

“Then I’d say we’re off to a great start.”

The buzzer rang. Silver regarded Donovan for another beat before rising. “I’ll be right back.” He gave Donovan one stroke across the top of his head. “Then we’ll talk more over dinner.”

Donovan nodded shakily, watching as Silver exited the room, his perfect round, muscular ass moving beneath the snug jeans he’d tugged on earlier. Donovan chuckled to himself. He may or may not have been pretending he was asleep when Silver had changed. Too bad the guy didn’t go commando, but the black thong had been almost as good.

As he reached for his drink, he noted that even his hands were shaking. He rubbed his hands along his slacks, his palms sweaty. Maybe he was asking for trouble, setting himself up for a wrenching heartbreak, but he had to know.

Could Silver ever belong to him? Or even better—could he belong to Silver?

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