“Dillon!”
Riordan’s voice startled Dillon out of his thoughts. He glanced up at his boyfriend in a hurry.
“What?”
Riordan chuckled. “Were you lost inside your head again? Darby had called your name three times now.”
“Oh,” Dillon said before sheepishly turning his gaze toward Darby. “I’m sorry. I was thinking about something.”
Darby smiled at Dillon. “It’s fine. I just wanted to ask you and Riordan to have lunch with me later.”
Before Dillon could form a response, he noticed Jordan’s grimace, which was directed at Darby. He was slightly confused by Jordan’s reaction, and judging by Riordan’s current expression, his boyfriend was obviously on the same boat as he was.
“Holy fuck! I can smell the stench of your arousal, man. Can’t you keep it down while I’m around?”
Darby glared at Jordan. “Shut up, jerk.”
“Make me, bitch.”
Darby rolled his eyes before focusing on Dillon and Riordan once again. “So, what about lunch?”