Page 12 of Affair
When he glanced over, and saw Gamble watching him, his heart skipped.
Poe wanted to weep, and he knew it was because Gamble was almost free.
Yeah, free of him.
Unfortunately.
“I want to talk about me,” he said.
The man lifted a brow.
What was this?
“Can you be a bit more specific, Gamble?” he asked, not sure where this was going.
Gamble took a shot at it.
Here went everything.
“I don’t think I’m ready to leave,” Gamble admitted, watching the man to see his response.
It was fast, but Gamble was almost one hundred percent sure that he looked…relieved.
Was he?
Did he want him to stay here too?
Was that the vibe that Gamble was picking up?
This was new to him, but he was trying to read a man instead of how he’d read a woman.
And what a man he was too.
Poe was in normal clothes, which didn’t always happen. He was in jeans, a henley, and boots for mucking out the stalls. The most casual he would normally get was riding pants or khakis.
Now, he looked…handsome.
Then again, when he was in a suit as a therapist, he also looked handsome.
Dapper.
Maybe it was his spattering of freckles on his face, or the way the wind was blowing his brown hair. He just made him feel so happy.
Yeah, he’d been watching him all day.
Sue him.
When he saw him in the morning walking around in his pajama bottoms, and shirtless as he walked past him to get a cup of tea before his shower, Gamble had something happen that hadn’t happened in a while.
He got an erection.
Yep, and since he’d been up for an hour, it wasn’t morning wood. It was a legitimate hard-on, and just from checking the man out.
That hit him in a way that he’d never expected.
Realization dawned that he was sexually attracted to the man. It wasn’t just in the dreams he had about him, but in the moments that he was awake.
Like now, he was getting hard.
