Chapter 78

With a shove harder than intended, Lyle opened his bedroom door. He startled Rafe, who was under the covers, and both of them had to stifle laughs behind their hands. He stepped to the bed and replied to Rafe’s, “Any luck?” by pulling out the condoms with one hand and the bottom of his shirt with the other. The bottle of lube, freed from its temporary prison, fell to the mattress and bounced exuberantly. “You dork,” Rafe said around his grin. Then he caught Lyle’s gaze and his expression changed immediately.

Lyle didn’t have to guess that it was his own expression that caused the change. He could feel it on his face: hungry, anticipatory, searching every part of Rafe through the covers as if they weren’t there at all. The air in his small bedroom seemed electrically charged—like it could lift the hairs on Lyle’s body and send currents dancing through every part of him, if his body hadn’t already been doing that on its own.