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I soaked in the warmth of the sun, the promise of something beautiful and new on the horizon.
Dunks smelled like heaven, the hint of sweetness and toasting bagels flooding my lungs as I stepped inside the air-conditioned interior.
The line was only three deep, so I slid behind the girl at its end, eyeing the donuts in trays beyond the counter. I wondered what Mason liked. Chocolate? Something fruity? Plain? Or maybe he would prefer a muffin. Perhaps a breakfast sandwich. Deciding to order a few different items, I settled in to wait, swiping my cell to life.
No calls or new texts awaited me.
Big surprise considering I only had a handful of friends and zero plans as usual this weekend.
Someone bumped into my back.
“Shit—sorry.”
I turned to find big blue eyes level with mine. Full lips with a hint of gloss made for sucking cock smiled at me. Pink flushed his high cheekbones—or rather, he’d used shimmery blush, I noted upon closer inspection. A mess of blond curls surrounded his head, making me think of an angel and a golden halo.
He took his time checking me out in return. I rarely found myself attracted to twinks, but theyhadtended to let me top in the past when I’d become bored with my hand and wanted help in getting off.
“Perhaps I’mnotsorry,” he sassed, winking once his focus returned to my eyes.
My face heated at his blatant flirting, and while I’d have done the same in return a year earlier, nothing about the young man turned me on. “Not interested,” I murmured, having no wish to embarrass the kid who had a shit ton more self-confidence than I ever would.
The light in his eyes dissolved into a harsh glint.
Unease slid down my spine, and I shifted my back toward him, the hairs on my neck rousing to life. Perhaps the young man wasn’t used to hearing the word no. He was beautiful enough I expected he could land whatever dick he wanted to climb aboard and ride.
But not mine.
No. I was pretty sure my body was officially off the market for the time being. Hopefully, for the indefinite future.
The person in front of me left, and I stepped up to the counter, reciting the order I’d planned in my head. Not sure how Mason took his coffee, I ordered him a large black, figuring he could doctor it up however he wanted once I got back to his place.
A brush of skin skated over my elbow, and I gritted my teeth, pretending I didn’t feel that little blond getting all up in my personal space. Since when had I started giving off top vibes? Because he sure as shit would rather sit on my dick than offer me his.
Coffee tray in hand and skin crawling, I moved off to the side to wait for my food, almost queasy with the need for distance from him.
He ordered a coffee—extra cream and sugar—and headed my way the second he held his cup. “What’s your name?” he asked, that calculating look still in his eyes. He wore designer clothes—fitted jeans, a pale purple crop top, and two diamond studs, a carat each at least in both lobes. The platinum color and style of his hair suggested a high-end salon rather than a barber down the street.
Considering the area of town we stood in, I wondered what he was doing there. Even worse, I had to shove down jealousy over his confidence to flaunt his femininity so blatantly.
“Jasper,” I decided to answer and be honest.
“Sexy.” He sipped his coffee, checking me out again. “Do you live around here?”
My brow furrowed. “No. Visiting a…friend.”
“Ah.” He eyed my rumpled shirt, biting on his lower lip. “A friend. From Grindr?” Laughter coated his words but sounded far from genuine—more like he fished for information I had zero interest in offering.
I forced a smile without answering and turned away, thankful as fuck that the person behind the counter called out my order.
“See you around, Jasper.”
I lifted my bag his way and dipped my head in acknowledgment but didn’t reply with theI hope notthat threatened to tumble off my lips.
The kid gave me the creeps, and I could admit to myself I hated he had the freedom to flaunt his femininity, uncaring of what others thought.
I shivered while hurrying back out into the sunshiny warmth, wanting to just get back to Mason’s filthy apartment. My heart rate kicked up again but in the best way. The hairs on my neck rose too, and I glanced over my shoulder, expecting the blond twink to be staring after me.
He wasn’t. In fact, he seemed to have disappeared.
