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I shrug. “I don’t know. Sometimes I’m completely convinced he’s interested, but then he acts like everything’s normal and nothing’s changed. It’s confusing as hell.”

Alastor’s expression turns thoughtful. “Maybe give it another day or two and see what happens.”

I decideto follow Alastor’s advice and wait and see how things unfold on their own with Trent. I don’t want to force an uncomfortable situation on him, so I figure it’s best to just leave the ball in his court.

Of course, this does mean that by the next day I’m an absolute mess of sexual frustration, my mind more scrambled than ever. I can’t figure out whether Trent’s little touches are because he can’t keep his hands away or simply because he’s a naturally tactile person; or whether the glances he keeps sending my way are filled with desire, or if I’m just imagining what I want to see.

“So, what do you want to do tomorrow?” I ask as I attack my green curry. We’re going to the boxing tonight so we’re just having a quick dinner at a little restaurant near the resort that we’ve eaten at a few times already. The food is great and ridiculously cheap; and of course Trent has already become besties with several of the staff here. “I wouldn’t mind going to see the elephants,” I suggest. Today was a lazy beach day, so if we’re keeping to our regular schedule, it’s time to do something more touristy tomorrow. Not to mention, I have a feeling that getting out and doing something might help me take my mind off Trent. At least a little.

“Actually, I had a look at the forecast and it’s apparently going to be pretty rainy for the next couple of days,” Trent says as he digs into his Pad Thai. “So, I was thinking maybe we could just spend the time getting off together.”

GLOSSARY

Dickwank - a combination of ‘dickhead’ and ‘wanker’

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Trent

My brows shoot up in alarm as I watch Xavier almost choke on the mouthful of rice he’d just taken. “Are you okay?”

He coughs a few times and then gulps down a mouthful of water before returning his incredulous gaze to me. “You…what?”

I hesitate, feeling completely self-conscious now. Does he not want to? Maybe I misread that whole thing yesterday? Maybe it had nothing to do with me. He could have been thinking about anyone while he was getting himself off.Oh, fuck, I hope it wasn’t Jack…

I’ve been on the lookout the last day or so, watching for signs that Xav would be up for a repeat of what happened the other night and I could have sworn I’d detected more than a little interest from his end. But I’m not exactly an expert at reading guys’ interest, am I? So maybe I’ve got it all wrong. “Uh…I mean…unless you don’t want to?”

“Wait…you’re serious? You actually want to spend the next few days doing…stuff?”

I shrug. “Well, yeah. I kind of want to experiment a bit, you know? I really liked what we did the other night, so it’d be cool to find out what else I like. But it’s fine if you don’t want to…”

He lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head wryly. “Yeah, there’s no danger of that.”

I can’t lie, hearing the confirmation that Xav wants me back is kind of thrilling. Feeling emboldened, I slip one of my thongs off under the table and brush my foot gently across Xav’s.

He draws in a sharp breath, his eyes flaring with desire. “So, I have a question—how desperate are you to go to this boxing match tonight?”

I feel a slow grin spreading across my face. “Not very.”

My answer seems to seal it, and without any further discussion on the issue, we pay for our dinner and walk the few streets back to our resort. Xavier’s bungalow is closest, so we duck in there, our lips crashing together before the door has even closed behind us.

Memories from the other night rush back to me with the press of Xav’s lips: his hungry kisses, the feel of his body caging me against the wall, the touch of his hand on my dick. I was already half-hard from the mere discussion of a repeat, but now that it’s actually happening my dick is fully stiff and throbbing with need.

“Let me see you,” he murmurs against my neck, before stepping back a little and gazing at me with a hint of apprehension in his gorgeous blue eyes. “I mean…if you don’t mind.”

“See me?” I ask, a little uncertain of what he means.

He runs his hands down my torso before sliding them under my shirt and reversing the path back up over my bare skin. “Your body,” he clarifies. “We can keep clothes on if you’d prefer, but—“

“Oh. Nah it’s cool,” I say with a shrug, tugging at the bottom of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. My shorts go next, then my boxer briefs until I’m standing their completely starkers.

Xavier’s gaze flares with heat as it slowly runs up and down my naked body, causing me to shiver all over.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, Trent,” he breathes out, a note of awe in his voice.

“So are you,” I tell him.

He lets out a little scoff. “Hardly.”

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