Adea
Gabe fought the smile on his face but I couldn’t help it. My eyes darted to Leo and the smile on his face said he didn’t believe Gabe for one second.
“Or maybe the opportunity hasn’t presented itself to you yet,” Leo said. “Maybe,” Leo continued as he leaned forward, his forearms on his thighs, his eyes trained on Gabe, “you’d mingle if a hot muscular sexy man gave himself to you.”
Gabe didn’t flinch or show any sign of being affected by Leo’s words. He just stared back at him like they were talking about the weather. I felt warm and I fought the urge to fan myself as I watched them.
“Maybe,” Gabe said as he leaned forward, “not.”
The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. If it went any longer the electricity in the air would combust. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any hotter the kitchen door swung open.
