Page 9 of The Key Holder

“Oh, um.” He attempted to hide the cover with outstretched fingers, but it was easy to see the mostly naked guy on the front. “It’s a gay romance.”

I was curious. “What’s it about?”

“You really care?”

“The cover looks…interesting.”

Dylan laughed a little bit but relaxed and moved his hand, holding the book up to show me.

Camp Jackwood?

“It’s about two camp counselors, uh, flirting a lot and⁠—”

“Having endless amounts of kinky outdoor sex?”

Dylan’s cheeks reddened and he glanced down at the table before he said, “It looks like it’s headed that way.”

“Do you read a lot of that genre?”

He nodded, still not meeting my eyes with his. “It’s all I read.”

As I considered his response, I caught myself staring at his chest. From what I could see—with his deep V-neck—his chest had no hair. He was always shorter than me, and while he had filled out, he wasn't ripped or anything. But he was the type I liked.

And that was a problem.

“What do you read?” Dylan asked, putting the book down.

“Uh, honestly? Not much of anything. I…guess that makes me kind of boring.”

“It's okay. Not everyone reads stuff.”

“You don't have to make me feel better about it. I should probably read more.”

“I have other books here. If you want. Or you can take this one?”

I didn't want him to feel weird about it, so I said, “Sure.”

“To this one, or another one?”

“Uh…another?”

Dylan smiled. “Okay.”

He pushed his chair back and stood up.

“Oh, you don't have to get it”—I immediately noticed he was wearing another crop top and the tiniest shorts I'd ever seen—“now.”

He ignored me and as he left the room, my eyes went straight to his ass. It was the most perfect fucking bubble butt which only meant one thing for me.

Trouble.

“Here you go.” Dylan handed me a book.

Pop Star?

“I haven't read it yet, but the reviews are good.”

“Thanks.” I took the book and turned it over to read the blurb. It took me a minute, then I said, “Interesting.”