“Why I’m over here. I saw you watching me, and saw you look right through me.”
“Doesn’t happen very often?”
“Almost never.” Ramsey paused. “Happened only once, actually.”
“How come you’re not with him then?” It was a guess, but Nate figured it was a pretty good one.
Ramsey hummed under his breath. Took a long sip of his drink. “Who says it’s a he?”
“Come on,” Nate said, rolling his eyes. “Again, you barely noticed that girl.”
“Fair. But that doesn’t mean I’m into whoever it was.”
Nate flicked his eyes up and down Ramsey’s delectable form in the most obvious way since he’d first spotted him. “You’re joking, right? You’re the type who absolutely wants to fuck what he can’t understand.”
Ramsey didn’t answer immediately. Traced the edge of his glass with a fingertip. Nate was pretty sure that was calculatedtoo, to drag his attention from what he’d asked to the way Ramsey’s hands looked. Ramsey was probably hoping he’d get distracted, thinking about those hands on him, later, in some dark room, and forget what he’d said.
It was damn tempting.
But what Ramsey hadn’t counted on was that figuring out what was going on behind those gorgeous eyes was just as intriguing to Nate as the eyes themselves.
“It wasn’t just one guy—it was two. A couple. And no, I didn’t fuck them.” He made a face. “I did try though.”
“Ouch,” Nate said, and Ramsey shot him a hot look.
“It gonna end the same way tonight?” Ramsey asked.
“I don’t know,” Nate said. More honesty. Maybe that was Ramsey’s real superpower—not the eyelash batting, but being a particularly heady dose of truth serum.
“You don’t know?” Ramsey raised an eyebrow, like he could barely believe it. And that was probably true. Nate could assume that rejections came few and far between for this guy, especially when he put the effort in.
But Nate still wasn’t sure he wanted to know what Ramsey’s naked skin felt like against his, especially when it was obvious it was going to be a one-and-done type of situation. He didn’t need to be haunted for weeks or months or years after by someone he couldn’t have.
Someone who wouldn’t even be in his phone as a nuclear option to hit when the longing got too out of hand.
“I don’t know,” Nate repeated.
Ramsey sighed. “Let me guess, you’re the kind of guy looking for someone who sticks around. Who calls two days later. Who goes on dates. Who you can take home to meet your parents.”
“At least one of those,” Nate admitted. He wasn’t going to apologize for wanting more. Not necessarily out of Ramsey, but out ofanyone.
“I’ll tell you, when I clocked you checking me out, I didn’t imagine you were the type to have a meet-the-parents kink.”
Nate chuckled. “It’s kind of unfair, don’t you think?”
“What’s unfair? You wanting to drag me behind your white picket fence? It absolutely is.”
Part of him didn’t want to give Ramsey the satisfaction, but it was impossible to stifle his laughter. He didn’t evenwantto.
“No, you looking like that, and then being smartandfunny. You ever think about using your powers for evil?”
“All the fucking time, baby,” Ramsey joked.
“Not surprising.”
“Not doing it now, unless trying to convince you to leave with me is evil.” Ramsey stared at him, like hedidhave mind control powers.
Nate could feel his heartbeat in the tips of his fingers. The energy between them crackled, not just with sex, but with a hazy kind of possibility. Possibilities that wouldn’t ever come to fruition, but then the chemistry between them didn’t know that.
