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“Yeah,” Lance admitted, forcing his voice to come out strong and sure, instead of how reluctant he actually felt. He still couldn’t make himself look at Jamie. He didn’t dare, not when the eye contact that they shared was more intense than full-on screwing was with most people. “Yeah, I know.”
Jamie let out a soft sigh, and then his weight—as tentative and slight as it had been—was gone. Lance finally dared to look at him, at the back of his tousled auburn head, and the sight of his slender back and freckled shoulders, with the ends of his hair just kissing them, was devastating enough.
Why did it have to be so good to be around this guy? Why did the orgasm that he’d had have to be more satisfying than any other that he could ever remember having? Or was it just his stupid infatuation which made him feel that way?
The fact was, he had known this man for such a short time. It should be relatively easy to just not go there. They’d had this one time, and that should be enough to get the heat, the pressure, out of their systems.
Holding onto those thoughts firmly, Lance sat up, too, and started to collect his clothes. Silently, they both got dressed, and that silence stretched between them, a sensation hanging in the air between them that was almost palpable.
It wasn’t something that was bearable for Lance, so he forced a smile on his face and forced himself to look at Jamie professionally. They’d both cleaned up, and the sad thing was that there wasn’t even really any sign that anything had happened between them at all. It was once and done, really and truly, and in some way that made him sad even as he knew it was the only choice.
“Okay. We’d better get to work,” Lance said, making his voice cheerful and upbeat. Trying to pretend, even to himself, that what had happened between them didn’t mean anything to him.
It was impossible for anything to work, and if it felt difficult to him, well, he was just going to have to fake it until he made it, as the tired old saying went.
If he did it long enough, and with enough determination, surely it would eventually work? Surely he’d be able to forget that brief, vulnerable look that he’d been so sure that he’d seen on Jamie’s face?
