Chapter 74
“Um…what?” Gus asked again. He tried to stop staring—he really did—but it was hard. He’d never seen lips like that, lips that begged to be kissed.
“I said: aren’t you too short to be Mr. Spock?”
Gus had no idea what they were talking about. “Too short? Don’t you mean too young?” The actor playing Spock had to be pushing eighty by now. Gus worked long hours at the hospital and could use a decent night’s sleep—but he didn’t think he looked more than twice his own age.
“No, no, honey.” The guy shook his head with an exaggerated movement. “Not the old guy. The new one. Zachary Quinto. He’s sooo hot.” He rolled his eyes as if he couldn’t believe Gus wasn’t up to speed on pop culture. He fanned himself; rapid movements with a pale hand and the long, slim fingers spread wide.
A giggle bubbled up in Gus, and he slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to stop the undignified sound.
“No.” The guy grabbed Gus’s hand and pulled it away from his mouth. “That was a wonderful sound. Let it out.”