12 Chapter 12

Ange knew all he had to do was say the word and Tyler would be all over him, hands slipping into his pants, lips pulled into an eager grin. The kid would open to him in every way, he had no doubt about it. But Ange didn’t want to be just another fuck to him, another guy in another city somewhere, taking what he could get in return for a kind word, a hot meal, a soft bed. He’d hate himself if he gave into that.

But Jesus, the kid didn’t make it easy to turn him away.

“Tyler.” The kid ducked his head, chastised, and gave Ange such a sad, desolate look that damn near broke his heart. “How long did it take you to perfect that?”

Tyler held the look a moment longer, then grinned. “It works, don’t it?” He did it again, pouting harder this time, his eyes wide and wounded.

Ange’s own eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Are you playing me?”