Chapter 13

Because he had no doubt that if Tyrone kissed him, he would be lost.

It took three attempts to get their room unlocked. He even dropped the key once. Inside, the scent of Tyrone’s cologne still hung in the air, tempting him to stop and just breathe. Then he saw the rumpled bed, and remembered how Tyrone had slipped in next to him. A plan. Ty had planned all this. He’d probably feared AJ being a flake about the whole Vegas arrangement. Considering how much of a fuss AJ had put up in the beginning, he supposed he couldn’t fault Tyrone for coming to that kind of conclusion, but this solution was going too far.

He was in the elevator, his bag slung over his shoulder, car keys dangling in his hand, when the doors opened to the lobby. Right on the unsmiling face of a certain man he was trying to avoid.

“AJ…”

Though Tyrone stepped back to allow him room to get off, AJ twisted out of his way when he tried to grab AJ’s arm. “Don’t,” he warned. “I’m getting out of here.”