Page 31 of Diva Pop

“That’s super sweet of you, but I couldn’t impose.”

Owen gave him a lopsided smile, nodding. “I know what you’re thinking, and I completely understand.”

Jett drew his eyebrows together. “You do?”

“You think I’m finding an excuse to make the moves on you, right?”

“Well…” Owen really was a cool guy. Maybe he should give him a chance. Jett’s gut tightened. It wasn’t as if other people were interested. “I guess the thought crossed my mind.” He made a circle gesture with his thumb and forefinger. “Just the teensiest bit.”

Owen laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended. I can’t imagine what you must go through, having to fend off so many admirers. But seriously, I can give you a ride home, no strings attached.” He held up his hands, palms out. “I should probably turn in early as well. I have to be at the studio early.”

Must be nice to have a studio to go to. “If you’re sure it’s not too much trouble, that would be great. I’m in Los Feliz, not that far from here.”

With a smile, Owen rose and held out his hand. Jett supposed he could suck it up and accept the gesture in exchange for a free ride. It was certainly less demanding than a blow job.

Owen remained the gentlemen, allowing Jett to go first, but also clearing a path around him so he wasn’t hassled. If he was ever to consider a real relationship, this was the type of guy he’d want. Older, protective, handsome, strong—someone he could rely on.

Owen gave his ticket to the valet then turned to Jett. He regarded him with a furrowed brow. “You’re shivering.” Owen shrugged off his blazer then draped it around Jett’s shoulders before he had the chance to protest. “I know it’s not anywhere near as sexy as what you have on, but at least it’ll keep you warm.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.”

Jett couldn’t decide if he was touched or creeped out by the offering. He was sure Owen meant well, so it was probably due to him being closed off the way he always was. What was it Silas had said? That not being touched was another way to hide?

Fuck Silas.

The whole purpose of his big night out was supposed to be for him to forget about his troubles. However, it seemed like all he’d done all night was get reminded of Silas right and left. At this point, he wished the bastard would simply march over to his house and fire him once and for all. Rip that band aid off so he could get on with his miserable little

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