So am I, Andy wanted to purr into his ear. He’d known Scooter’s tongue was talented, but Jesus Christ.He bit back the words only an instant before they left his mouth, grimacing as they turned sour on him, and dropped his head onto his folded arms instead and contented himself with, “Holy fuck.”
The lights in the building dimmed as the music came up and drew attention to the stage in the center of the hall. Scooter took advantage of the dimmer light and distraction, sliding one hand under the table and brushing his fingers against Andy’s knee. “You okay?” he asked low in Andy’s ear.
Andy would have lied, said everything was fine. But then Jason reached across the table to feed a bite of cake to Kat and…“Mostly,” Andy muttered, tucking his head back down. “Not used to hiding. Wish we’d talked before so I know what’s okay and what isn’t.”
“Oh, Christ,” Scooter swore. His hand closed over Andy’s knee. “Shit. Baby, I…” He trailed off uncertainly.